I am alive!<\/p>\n

And exhausted. I don’t understand it. I know that I haven’t been the greatest exerciser in the past year, but damn. It’s 4:30 and I’m ready to crash. I’m supposed to take Focus in tonight for her 90,000 mile check up (she’s at 90,300!), and then over to Brent’s to hang around for a bit since he and Mandy are on break. But I don’t have the energy. Sitting in a chair for 8 hours kicks your ass because you’re doing absolutely nothing. And our department has been slow today because we don’t have the Digitals back for one of the books, so almost everyone is waiting to look at them. Good times. So I’m doing “pseudo work” and would rather be going home right now then desperately trying to find things to do. <\/p>\n

So not much really going on. If I haven’t said it already (and I probably have) I’m not liking post college very much. And there is the prospect of a few of my favorite people leaving O-Town in pursuit of the rest of their lives. Which is what I’m doing also. Except I’m not leaving. <\/p>\n

I wish some secret little elf would break into my apartment and paint it. <\/p>\n

So I guess I’m thankful for:<\/p>\n

The weather outside today, because it’s quite summery.<\/p>\n

That I’m a part of Fuf’s wedding. And I have a few tricks up my sleeve…haha \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

My boss and the people I work with are cool. <\/p>\n

I talked to Thomas the other night online and it was good to catch up. <\/p>\n

McDonald’s Mighty Kid’s meal comes with apples and caramel. That’s just awesome.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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