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the boyfriend and I have these moments. He looks at me and flashes that smile, and I fall in love with him all over again.
gush gush gush

;-p

I had much more to say yesterday but apparently fate and my touchpad didn't think I should say it. But to sum up what you missed, I'm feeling much better. My Mama Meltdown eventually faded enough so that I could get back to the important things in life, ie, calling the PG and asking them to pay me. Yeah, that was a trip. I got transferred back and forth between the payroll department and the cashier about six or seven times. At the end of it all I still don't have a paycheck coming to me. Very annoying. No one seems to know what's going on and that concerns me.
But I can't think about it too long because my back hurts. It's That Time of the Month, and despite the Patch's best efforts to quell any negative side effects of menstruation I am still a tad cranky. It's not nearly as bad as the periods that I had before this, but still crampy and whatnot.
Kind of an irritating day. My mom is getting new windows installed in a few of the rooms here, which is good because it was cold as all hell last winter and our heating bill was outrageous. The guys that are here doing the deed are very nice and professional but the baby's all fascinated with them and won't take a nap. grunt. They're also listening to the country station so most of what I've been hearing today is:
*hammer hammer* twang twang twang
*hammer hammer* honkyTONK
*hammer hammer* Know when to hold 'em

I do not like.

I feel like I've been very neglectful of my journal and that makes me feel bad. The fact that I can't seem to find 10 or 15 minutes to myself over the past few weeks is upsetting. On a related note, I know that I've been very bad about responding to comments that you lovely people leave for me. It's nothing personal. My brain is just mush.

I have to go lie down. Back pain.

I wrote this long post and then my touchpad accidentally clicked the close button. Argh. I had an entry of substance, but my baby is waking up from his nap. such is life.

My son is watching Noggin so that I can work on an article that my editor sent back to me to rewrite. I'm supposed to have it finished by the end of the day. I've always boasted about how little TV my son watches. I'm a bad mom, and if that weren't enough, I'm a bad writer, too.
weep.

I don't know what's going on with my journal either. Ass. ass. ass.

I've tried updating my journal twice and it won't show up. Like I was saying, this day is ass already and now LJ won't work. fucking hell.

This day is ass already.
Dear God, make me a bird so I can fly far, far far away from here…repeat ad nauseum.

this day is ass already.
Dear God, make me a bird so I can fly far, far far away from me…repeat ad nauseum.

Happy Birthday, ! woohoo! I had much fun with yinz on Friday night and I'm sure that I'll be having much more fun with you this coming week.
Much love to you!

what said, minus the pubic hair and detox stuff.