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My co-workers swear an awful lot on the job. I try to keep my cursing to a mutter. Stupid computer system.

I munch when I'm nervous. I also hate not being able to buy books written by people I know.

I went to a concert. Ha ha, Rodney Roadsteamer thought I was in college.

I got to organize the reading night. Even if it is at the last freaking minute.

I cleared out most of the papers in my room.

Being too tired to go to a birthday party kinda stinks.

Do I take a drawing class, go to driving school, or go to a novel-writing workshop with Melissa Scott?

Who am I going to ask for letters of recommendation for when I apply to graduate school?