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I had a very hard time getting to sleep last night. Relationship issues got me bumming a bit, but it's primarily paranoia. I hate when relationship paranoia rears it's oogly head, because I let myself get caught up in it, then I flip the fuck out, and annoy the crap out of the boyfriend, who seems to take it in stride, if not take mild amusement from it.

Work's been shittily annoying today. I can't focus on anything. And my stomach's been upset all morning. As if I've got a delayed hangover from Saturday night. (I probably drank a bit too much.)

I'd love to nap through my lunch, but I don't trust my alarm to wake me in time. I'll just try and finish " Where Have All the Leaders Gone." Interesting read. Lee Iacoca has some insightful opinions.

When am I going to get the chance to see Sicko? I'm dying to see it. Well, maybe not so much DYING, because if I was that intent on peeping the flick, I'd probably have gone, date or no.

Must go grocery shopping tonight. Girl cannot live on Cheerios and beer alone! (Am running low on both, anyway!)

When shall I cut my hair off? I'm sort of looking to get the "haircut of the season," the a-line bob. Don't know if I can rock it, but I think after my last experience, I'm ready to give short hair another try. Even though I look horrifyingly similar to my mother. I feel a bit more confident with a blowdryer and curling iron now. I'll probably end up putting it off until the weather gets cold, and I'll pine for long hair to cover the back of my neck. Oh who gives a fuck?