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ooh, sale on boy's pants at gap. which is way good, cause I just wrecked the last pair of jeans that really fit this weekend. Wore a hole in them, so in turn they wore a hole in me. :( Way owie. So I'll need to nip over there at some point this afternoon--say, 3:30? and check for some new jeans. Nothing like a new wardrobe right when I was promising myself I wouldn't buy anything more.

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Ah, very appropriate music. I don't want to be here. I hate it here. Please, let me go home, or at least just sit here and read slash. But alas, we have no slash-reading project or billing code, so I have to do real work. but Excel hates me. hates me hates me hates me. And still no phone call.