Disjointed
I hate winter. I cannot wait until it’s over. This low-lying, but very persistent under-the-weather feeling I’ve had off and on since November is starting to get annoying. Yesterday was a cross between the following: eye sockets that felt like they had cotton balls in them, a scratchy throat, and lungs full of mucus (I know you all really wanted to know that). So I skipped my French class. I wasn’t going to learn anything in that condition, even if I had gone. I doubt I would even be on my feel today if I hadn’t taken the time to rest yesterday.
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Since the big “December 12th announcement” things at work here have been very interesting. The one thing I’m dying to find out – and I’m not really sure where my curiosity is coming from – is where we’ll be moving. A move is inevitable, as they want to get all the employees under one roof. I want to know what building it is. Moving is fun sometimes, a good change of scenery. As long as I still get a window! (Prime public service real estate my friends).
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I’m wearing a skirt today. I look hot (or, at least my legs do).