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[correctiveshoes621]

Yesterday was The Day of Sleep and Phone Calls, the temperature having dropped - in one day! - from the high 80s, all week, to the low 50s. Before The Sleep was the last Michael Scott episode of, The Office, and yes, I blubbered unabashedly. I sincerely hope that the horrible rumour I read about Steve Carell is not true - that he left the show due to Early Onset Alzheimer's.

Before all that, even, was work - it was totally surreal, watching William and Kate say their vows, while holding hands with dear little Sophie, who lay dying. Both beautiful events, in their own ways. Some day, we'll dance together, Sophie. ♥

During The Sleep were many strange dreams, including, a) getting my first period on the day of a school trip, apparently, and my mother forcing me to wear these short pink shorts that - to my utter horror - showed EVERYTHING, and, b) running a private boarding school with hierokeryx for gay kids that their parents didn't want, anymore. Bzuh.

Today is The Day of Running Around and Going Broke. This includes, a) banking, b) rent, c) picking up my car, d) getting said car's registration re-upped, e) Surprise! Last minute Bar-B-Que!

Yuck.

ETA: A fine example of How My Life Goes: As we were pulling back down the treacherous driveway-hill with my car (brakes still seem awfully 'soft') - I heard a loud, BANG! from behind me. My mother's car blew a radiator hose, JUST as we were pulling in. CanNOT even believe it. No end to this shit.

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[indiwise.livejournal.com]

And, you know. The really weird thing was, I didn't see you or what you looked like, but I knew it was you. OooEEEEoooo...and God, that sounds creepy, but it really wasn't..just random, lol.

It will all work out. It will work out. It will all work out. It will all work out.

Always seems to.