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Friday, July 23, 2004
Weird dream: I was at Skool for Deacons, and they announced that we were going to have to go to gym class. And the sport of the day? Liturgical Dodgeball. I woke up just as we were all getting into our white albs to start playing.
I have no idea what this means, but I think Liturgical Dodgeball is my new favorite band name.
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Thursday, July 22, 2004
Speaking of being twelve years old, did you know that "Is the pastor available?" sounds an awful lot like, "Is the bastard available?" if the person is speaking quickly and the connection isn't top notch? A mature person would not giggle about this. I am not a mature person.
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Whoo hoo, my new laptop just arrived. Dennis hung around at home this morning to sign for it, since I couldn't convince HP to deliver it to me at work. I can't wait to get home and unpack it.
I managed to delude myself into believing that I NEED to have a laptop for skool, and my old computer really just isn't cutting it anymore. It doesn't run Photoshop so much as it casually jogs. I mean, it's four years old and it was $500 then, so we're talking Celeron, and one-fifth the storage of Larry the iPod. Still, I will clear it off and take it to my parents next month, since it's more than they have now and it will get them online so that my mom can experience the wonders of eBay addiction.
Mmmmm...2.8Ghz Pentium 4...60GB hard drive...512MB of RAM...15.4" widescreen...DVD...wireless...drool.
The sad thing is, in four years, I'll probably be upset because it doesn't have a neural input like all the really cool new laptops. Of course, that will probably only be available on a Mac anyway.
This was all made possible by the insurance settlement from my accident last year, which is kind of weird. It's not blood money, exactly, just, I dunno, back pain money.
Oh no, I just got new yarn in the mail, too. I need multiple hands like Shiva.
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Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Well, guess who managed to get herself all freaked out and stomach-knotted over what was ultimately a non-event? Show of hands? You, in the back - was your guess Sara? You are correct. Here's a cocktail monkey.
I have so many cocktail monkeys left over from the wedding. They're everywhere.
So, I had my Skool for Deacons interview this morning, which is why I was wound up and cranky and difficult for the past 48 hours, since I was pretty much convinced they were going to say, "Hey, God called...said you're kind of a fraud and we shouldn't talk to you. Toodles." as soon as I arrived. And then the stoning would start right away. But that didn't happen. It was a perfectly good conversation.
I wore Actual Makeup as a reaction to stress, which made me remember why I shouldn't put stuff on my eyes. My contacts got all gunky and my eyes were being all twitchy and I probably looked coked up. I couldn't find my Benefit cream shadow, and used a crappy old powder. Big mistake. Will be throwing that riiiight out.
Dennis was completely fabulous and drove me up there and fed my parking meter and walked to work afterwards, just so I didn't have to worry about all that. He's amazing. He also did the dishes this morning, which is supposed to be my job, and since I didn't do it last night the ants came and invaded and it was really really gross. He gets huge Husband Points for this morning.
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