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I keep having nightmares about losing files. I fall on the stairs and all the papers fall out, including the flipping title that I need to refer to at least four times per audit, or else I just trip and drop huge stacks of them down a black hole. I've only been working here a week! What is with my subconscious?

Yesterday was wierd. I audited my first combo and it took me two and a half hours. Despite that, I was in a pretty good mood until going-home time, when I had to sit through half an hour of accident-clearing and then my mother dragged me out to go bra-shopping. I know I need them, I know it was a great deal, but it is hell on earth shopping for bras for me. Then while she did some returns I sat with the whiny eight-year-old, who kept insisting she wanted to buy crap.

By the time I left the fam to go to Jess's I was exhausted. I was very random, and very emotional, and just kind of all over the place. Colin made this wierd face at me and I couldn't stop laughing for five minutes. I kept going from really emotional--happy, sad, whiny, giggly, whatever--to really deadish. I'm lucky they love me--if they didn't they might have shot me.

But we were plotting out our next movie and I think it's going to be SPECTACULAH.