It feels like one of the longest days of my life. Yuck. When I was walking back to my cube earlier I looked at the clock and did a double-take when I saw it read 5:05. "Hot-diggity-damn!" I thought (and yeah, can you believe I actually say those words in my head). Only to my horror it was actually only 1:25. I'm a spaz (see, another one of those words I'd never say out loud... spaz... ha!)

So then I'm walking in circles because each time I get up to do something I'm halfway there when I remember something else, and then when I'm back at my desk again to retrieve what I just remembered either the phone rings and I'll lose my train of thought or someone will come by to ask a question. It never fails on days that feel like eternity. I've got caca-loads of work to catch up on and instead I'm doing this. What up with that, yo?

I had hot chocolate this morning instead of coffee. Could that be it?

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A bad nightmare invaded my sleep last night (yes, as opposed to a good nightmare, dork). I woke up crying. That's so sad. I mean really, truly sad. Don't you think? I think so. Because if I think of someone waking up from their sleep crying and wiping away the tears well, it makes me sad. So it's sadder still for it to happen to me. Anyway, it involved my mom beating me after I confessed some things to her. She took it the way I imagined she would - not well - and proceeded to beat the crapola outta me. It hurt. A lot. I woke up with a bruised arm. No joke! I guess I must've hit my arm against the side of the bed or something because I have a purplish bruise on the side of my arm. It's sad. I so dread going home for the holidays now. My dreams are usually pretty right on. Scary, no?

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Before going to bed last night and having that awful dream, I was listening to The Pete McMurray Show on 105.9 FM WCKG (also home of Howard Stern and Steve Dahl). They had Dan Castellaneta (sp?) on. Who's that you ask? If you're a Simpson's fan you'll know it's the voice of Homer Simpson (and various other characters on the show). Anywy, near the end of the show he said he'd record a answering machine message for us so we should have our tapes ready. I love me some Homer so I prepare a tape in my bedroom stereo *and* I stand in the kitchen and hold up my telephone/answering-machine (it's one of them all-in-one thingamajigies) next to the radio anxiously waiting to press the record button. Now, does this make me a dork? I thought not. So if you know my home telephone number, give me a call and listen to Homer Simpson answer. It's quite cute!

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Oooh's and aaah's of approval on my part go to my boss. He acknowledged my workload just a minute ago by walking by my desk and saying "My God!" and then walking away with a look of terror on his face. Heh. It's the little things.

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Okay, I'm off to finish what I started twenty minutes ago... ummm, what was that again? Help

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Day 2(of what seems like 4999):
Thanks to a post on this thread, and my communication with Deelia I will now post my training log on the Kick Sports site. It has tons of information, a great forum, advice, *and* a free training log! Yeehaw! Me likes.