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My blood sugar has been up and down today, so I've had the shakes and a little bit of 'hey i may pass out'ness. I've been counteracting this by, uh, drinking coffee and eating candy. Well, whatever.

Work has quickly degenerated into the general slinging of insults and complaints of the 'it's hard to tell if he's wearing a wedding ring if he keeps his hands in his pockets' variety. It's nice to be around a group of folks again who show affection by saying mean things to each other. Makes me feel like I'm back in college. Today I was the only girl and the only white person in our lunch group.

Tonight I must make poor Steph brownies before we go out, because she is on antibiotics and so she can't drink. Tomorrow there are three--three!--birthday parties. Sunday we're making donuts.

Did I mention that Douglas Coupland told me what a nice name samantha is? Can I keep him in a little box?

(Confidential to Cyn and Jess: are there any bachelorette-party-related ideas yet for the impending Peach People nuptuals?)