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I guess I just haven't had the patience recently to write any long, cohesive journal entries. Perhaps that is because I have been feeling a bit worn down as of late, waiting for any big news to announce that would actually make this journal interesting. But as I only have small news:

- Sunday our dryer kicked it, and with a sopping wet load in the ( Read more... )

Would you mind casting an eye over my first assignment for the Groton Business Association's website? Elliott has already proofread and offered suggestions, but his athiest/man-of-science sensibilities couldn't get past "Ancient Rainbow Conscious Healing." This will be going on the GBA's website as an introduction to the owner and her business. She ( Read more... )

I just bought this book, and while I haven't read it yet, I think you should too. I know a few of you are interested in spirituality and/or the Central PA region, so this book will be interesting to you. Here is the description:

On November 16, 1965, Beth Taylor’s idyllic childhood was shattered at
 age twelve by the suicide of her older brother ( Read more... )

I have been feeling a bit lowly lately, after raising my hopes very high regarding certain opportunities, but then not hearing anything ( Read more... )

1. My lovely computer. Now, Elliott doesn't think much of my home computer, even with it's new hard drive and external DVD burner. But, I've recently gained a whole new appreciation for it. My computer at work is "on the schiz" (I know that should be "fritz" but I really think what I said is much more appropriate). There's so many viruses that have ( Read more... )

I'll grant you this: cleaning my desk allowed me to find and scan this picture of Evan, Ryan, and myself at my 5th family birthday party, after playing with leftover make-up from my dress-up party.


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Today, I clean.

You know those commercials for cleaning products on television, where a woman discovers a new product and just can't stop cleaning, she's having soooo much fun? And then you learn she's just cleaned a neighbor's house or some store display, because it feels so good to clean? Bah! Humbug! Cleaning isn't fun. No amount orgasmic ( Read more... )

I quoted the above at the restaurant bar last night to Elliott as we waited for our table. He found it hilarious, until I informed him I'd just quoted a song that I only know from Wayne's World. Oh well ( Read more... )