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Monday again. I have to go to work. I have to leave in twenty minutes, and so far this morning I've done basically nothing. I was supposed to get up at 8 and practice my piano, but I did the 'five more minutes' thing and woke up again at nine. Go me. Spent the next two hours reading. I feel like there's something I should be doing, but I can't really remember what it is. I've already called the stupid union about my stupid dental plan, so that's all sorted out. (finally).
I found a dead centipede in my towel, after I'd finished using it. >.>  I don't know where it came from, and that's sort of bugging me. Maybe I was rubbing dead centipede on myself. urk. *shudders*
My birthday's this Thursday. Holy crap! I'm going to be twenty in just over a year! I don't want to grow up and be responsible! *hides*
Muffin.
Trying something new. Look: it worked! Must go now and try not to miss my bus.
Ta!

Ow

Note to self:

Ice is slippery. You can't run on it. At least, not for long.

Damn gravity.