I had a dream last night where I told my sister’s friends to be quiet so I could nap and then they hated me.  The person playing my sister in the dream, however, wasn’t my real sister, and her friends were all large, native teenagers.

I had such a Friday today.  It was ugg.  I topped it off with hot dogs for supper because I’m whimsical like that.

I had a Soy-Black-Tea-Latte at break this afternoon so I may never sleep again.  It was very worth it though.  Very tasty.  Now that I think about it, I paid for it with a quarter that I should have saved for doing laundry.  Shoo.

Did I mention I finally got some matches?  Oh yes.

There were many kinds of post it notes at work today.  (And that’s all I can remember clearly about that, right now.)  Also, someone told me (I know who, I’m just not going to say here) that when she first saw me, she thought to herself, “that’s the kind of girl who’s going to have a romance we’ll all hope for”.  This is one of the many reasons I enjoy going to my workplace 9 days out of a two week pay period.

Plan for this weekend:
1) Watch West Wing, season 3
2) Ballet at 11:15 on Saturday
3)grocery shopping at Oxford Foods on Sunday (needed: celery and carrots)
4) (Optional) Go to Mayfair to see if there are any good deals on things I want (I want a new coat and a hoody with fur inside)
5) Hot bath(s) with Epson salts*

*This is because I think my chest is better, at least better enough, and I may have pushed myself a little much in Floor Barre this evening.  Right now, this is the list of things that are already hurty: inner thigh, pinkies (fingers and toes), shoulder blades, the place between the bottom of my ribs and my hips on both sides of my body.

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