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I seem to have a talent for suffering. It's in the way I wake up at a decent hour, look at the beautiful morning and decide the best thing to do with it is sleep through it.

So I get up just in time to get to the bank and have to give my thumbprint to have a check cashed and I promise myself I'm never doing that again, no matter ow much I need the money, I feel so guilty and violated.

Ok, so you don't need to read this, but I need to write it: Things to Do and Scheduling.

Things to do:
Get started on yoga program, scheduling times to work out.
Watch Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back.
Get nails and waxing done.

Today:
9-11, Denny's, N9 meeting.

Thursday:
8a - 6p, taking care of the kids. They're leaving with their father for Mexico so it will be the last I see of them for over a week.
6:30-11:30p, Milano's: finally back in the saddle after about a week off. I'm actually looking forward to it.

Friday:
If all goes well, I should go to Wes' house, take care of the cats, do the laundry and spend some time vegging out. But I have to be back at work at 6:30. Which means I should go ahead and get these prescriptions filled. Aiee. Argh.
Milano: 6:30-12:30

After work, Mark is supposed to take me up to Marietta, where Purple and Az will keep me and take me to my surgery the next morning.

Saturday:
10a-2p Lasik surgery

After that, the entire world becomes unknown again.