Perhaps, tomorrow, I will actually get something done.
Until then . . .
New glasses = love.
Allergy meds = love.
The musical episode of Scrubs = love.
Ridiculously expensive flights to Denver with stupid schedules = blech.
Spending too much money, even if *most* of it is justifiable = blech.
I don't even want to think about how much money I've spent (
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