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[elucreh]

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.

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[zanymuggle.livejournal.com]

Lu, Lu, Lu, Lu, Lu,

Now I absolutely must meet funny-face Colin and boarding-house Jess. Most especially, I've got to meet the "whiny eight year old". Male, female, or 'other'? Y'see, my son is 9 - almost 10 - so I have an affinity for that age group... at least where pulling my hair out in frustration is involved.

At the very least, are you going to invite any of your 'posse' to go bra-shopping with you??? ;) ;) ;)

[elucreh.livejournal.com]

The child is female. And makes me want to tear out my hair all the time. *grin*

The problem with the posse is that my mother has to come, because she is paying for them, and she is very wierded out by my friends. :(