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Ansel Adams, here I come.
Not as polished as I had planned, but that's what always happens when I truck back from LI. I *so* want 1) a bigger paycheck 2) a car 3) an abode of my own and 4) a job where I can where more casual clothes. It's no fun shopping for yet another conservative knit top (with sleeves, must have the sleeves).
Speaking of clothes, I have yet to wash and return clothes to Alison and Erin. Ack. Will do this week. The trip to LI was restful, but sucked time away from the little chore type stuff.
I will note that the get well card was purchased for the in-law. It is now in the responsibility of the dad to mail. The stamp is already on it, now we just need a mailing address.
sigh.
I had minor rage today when my stuff was piled at the bottom of the stairs. Which is why I want to eventually move. I know, I just got here. And it's a great GREAT place, but the catty little things just drive me insane. Like, for example, that the box of leaf bags has already been opened and no raking has occurred. It's not the raking bit that gets me, but that the regular bags i purchased have largely been used to clean the basement out, and now the 'backup' is being used.
Opinions are like noses.
Everyone has one.
And some are bigger than others.
.. a sentence pulled from the NYTimes.
alright, must hurry.
posted by irene @ 9/21/2003 04:00:00 PM
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