January 3rd, 2005


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I am at work. This was not a problem until I learned that my husband gets another day off. He's such a stinker.Well, even then it wasn't really a problem. It wasn't until I had to try to explain something about a dozen times to someone who refused to get it. The problem wasn't that they couldn't, they just didn't. No effort, nothing. I hate wasting my time like that.

In other news, today is the day. The day for doing things. Finishing stuff up. Yes. More on that later, though.