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On The Road Again

to recovery that is. I finally got something for the pain. It takes the edge off and that's all I need really. Now I can go back to work. I know I sound crazy but I love my job and I hate calling in sick. I always feel bad wondering if they were able to cover my shift or not. I really shouldn't be caring but I like most of the people I work with and to think that they are having a rough time cause we're short a cashier makes me feel bad. I need to stop thinking that way. That's how I end up letting people walk all over me, I can't say no and I care too much about things that shouldn't worry me. Hmph.

In other news, I have never seen an episode of DWTS but I've been rooting for Emmit Smith all along because, well duh, he's Emmit Smith. He'll always be my favorite Cowboy.

TomKat is supposedly getting married this weekend. Thank God. Now I can sleep better at night knowing another celebrity couple has started their path to inevitable divorce.

My friend Georgia (hi G!) is coming up to the Cities the Sat after Turkey Day with her son Zach. I can't wait to see them. Of all the people that I've met in this world, they are in the top 5 of who I miss the most and don't see anywhere near as often as I should. They only live 3 hours away but it's hard to get there. I don't mean the drive, that I can do. It's the time off from work, the kids, the money, etc. Anyway, I've known her for over 10 years and the fact that we are polar opposites in personality (she's quiet and shy while I'm, well, not) and still really good friends makes me value our friendship even more. I mean I like people who have the same opinion of me but that can get kinda boring ya know? I like the discussions and debates. I still follow the "don't talk about politics with friends" policy with anyone I know cause that's a slippery slope. You know what? I have no idea where I was going with this paragraph other than I miss G and Zach. A lot.

I do believe the medications have kicked in. That's my cue.


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