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Right now it feels like someone has taken to chiseling at the back of my head and right behing my brow bone. My eyes burn. My sinuses ache.

The funny thing is--I'm not even sick. This is what happens when I work too much and get too little sleep.

I feel awful for neglecting the few people I actually come in contact with outside of work--ya'll.

I realize how incredibly silly that statement sounded, but it's true.

I promise I'll have vaguely funny bits for you later.

2 Responses to “Apoligies”

  1. Anonymous jon37 

    Promises promises.
    I demand funny things NOW!

  2. Anonymous Sparkle 

    eh, being neglectd isn't so bad... You grow accustomed to the mundane, things that you have come to expect. not saying I expect that from you! Well actually, lol I am kinda expecting that from everythone right now. I'm on to another surgery this week with talk of other treatment options... you may not have even wanted to know, but that's my update for now. if you or stef find time I do actually answer my phone. alas, everyone has their busy times. take care of yourself. good luck with work and getting your scarf back.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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