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Skipping past Writober and Nanoblomo . . ? Shit, I dunno. I'm as bored as you are.

 

Thursday, January 11, 2007

You Give Me Fever. But Please Don’t.

It seems I’m getting the vacation I never got during the Holidays*. Mia woke up with a fever yesterday morning and, after a trip to the doctor in the afternoon, we found that it wasn’t the flu but some other virus that could take three or four days to run its course (i.e., into the weekend)**. After the weekend, it’s MLK Day, which state workers get, meaning Mia’s preschool is closed. Michelle and I have to work. Lookin’ like I won’t be workin’ too steadily for the next few days.

In other news, my pessimism about picking up Mia’s “big-girl bed” was all for naught. I went to the store to get my “pick-up ticket,” making sure not to make eye contact with the Salesdouche***, and finding out (from the stock guys) that, indeed, we were receiving everything promised to make the awesome loft bed. Which, even in its half-constructed state, has completely taken OVER Mia’s room.

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shaken and poured by Scott-san on 01/11 at 11:32 AM
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There's no "I" in threesome.

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I can't remember whether I've seen anything new since my birthday. Oh, right, that one.

Reading

I was hoping for a little more detail in the accounts of mauling-by-zombie. But the anecdotes were disturbing, nonetheless..

Drinking

I don't have a solid grasp on which exact cheap beers I had at the ATL watering holes.