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heh. take that, george will, you lazy boob. let's hear it for geeks with degrees!! (he's from my alma mater.)
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in other news, things are back to normal and simultaneously abnormal. (i'm doing my best to ignore the shrub administration; my chest gets too tight if i concentrate on them for a long time.)

domestically, i am ever grateful to my roomie for cleaning the kitchen while i was gone. i don't deserve such friendship. (i especially don't deserve it considering i'm about to foist my dating persona on her up close and personal in the next week or so.)

i'm suffering from lower back pain. it's advanced to a degree that i actually worked out this morning in an attempt to loosen everything up. i have to sleep with a pillow between my knees! i can't get on all fours! (not that i'll need to be in that position for any reason...or anything...)

i'm back at the office and i'm getting overwhelmed at all the junk i have to do outside of the office. resume, networking, interviewing. i'm starting to panic. what the hell was i thinking??

i'm assuming dewey darko (aka The Librarian) is dead. i'm assuming, while driving from uconn late one night, he stopped to move a moose carcass from the side of the road and was set upon by angry deer and was torn apart in the woods, his howls fading into the cold, stark moonlight. i assume this because, well, to think any other way would force me to acknowledge that (sigh) we are (grr) over.

so, to hide my disappointment, i'm having drinks with a musician saturday night. and maybe i'll follow that up with a dinner with a 44-yr old writer who wears glasses and says things like "alchemy is between a rainbow and faith." oh, here we go again. i know, A--, i know.