Hey Hey Hey: miracles DO happen! Zynga fixed the lag on MHA, so we can play now...and I'm gonna have my Phoon reception after all!
But I just found out I didn't win the $100,000,000 lottery: only matched one number. Poop. I had that money spent already, too! Cars for all of my friends...all our remodeling dreams realized on the house...free education for the children...aw poop.
Today is the last day of winter break, and I woke up puking. Seriously, I am allergic to work. I love my job; as previously established, it's just the getting there that sucks. I just told my shrink that I haven't been puking as much lately; and then I heave this morning. I'm supposed to go in today to play catch-up; I'm behind checking papers AS USUAL...
...so here I sit. Clickety clackety on the keyboard instead of dealing with real life. If there were only a way to make THIS my reality....blogging for a damn living. But what would i have to blog about if I weren't working? My pathetic little brain needs the stimulation. There I have that settled -- I need work to provide the drama for my blog.
But for only $1,400 I can publish the first Thresholds...I might just do it if I can talk hubby into forking over the $500 downpayment before February.
Maybe I'll find another miracle and another fortune someday.
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