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I think that I need to get a new alarm clock, because I sleep through about half of my alarm's beepings. I've had it since my first semester at Flagler (where The Peach People knocked it off the dresser -every single morning-), and maybe I'm just too used to the sound.

Alternately, maybe I need a houseboy to do the waking up.

When I woke up this morning, Queen Anne Hill was orange. I mean, like, -orange-. It was, as usual, astonishingly lovely.

Oh lord, the baking that happened last night. I made oatmeal-raisin cookies, gingerbread moose, and fudge. Steph made butter cookies--a whole pound of butter. I brought most of it to work today, because lord, I do not need nine thousand cookies at home.
Dear boys,
You were -so- talked about. Generally and specifically.

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My old friend Lai, the one that got shot in the face three times a couple of years ago, won her case for 5 million dollars. It's not going to make her life all better, but it'll help.