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I was supposed to go out with Mark tonight, but was going to cancel because, uh, he talks a lot and I'm -so- antisocial today, and have also been doing the low-blood-sugar shakes all day. (What -is- it with me and food these days? I'm so so hungry and then six bites later I'm not, and then all hungry again. I think that eating lunch occasionally is screwing things up. Or....maybe I'm having a growth spurt!) Anyway, the moral is that he never called me and so I'm off the hook, and home all evening. Ahhhh.

My knees have been in bad shape lately, all grating and stiff and swollen. I imagine it's because the weather keeps switching back and forth, and so I imagine that's something I have to get used to.

Jeff's going back with me to Florida in June for Sarah's wedding! I'm so excited!

Now that it turns out that I can paint, I've become all neurotic about it. I keep arguing with myself that maybe it's not worth it, that maybe I'm going to move. And just -where- do I think I'm going? Keep in mind that I've been planning off and on to move out of this apartment since October, and we see how well that's worked out. I'm tempted to beg my building manager for a one-year lease just so that I'll have someone to commit to it for me, since I don't seem able to. Why am I so not good at settling down?

I -hate- the color of my walls.

Lament, lament, lament.

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Ok, I'm beginning to do this unhealthily often, but this (swiped from Mike Whybark) is easily the most disturbing thing I've encountered all day. But he will indeed make himself into a sandwich and moonwalk!