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Actually aghast was word of the day a few weeks ago. I just got to the email today, though. I have a tendency to save them and just LEARN A BUNCH OF WORDS AT ONCE.

I'm tired. I can't wait to be home. I want to be nuzzled in the brutal, cigar smoke-pungent, Jersey-accented arms of The Sopranos. I couldn't sleep last night, so I tore through 4 episodes. I doubt it's possible, but I may even be in season 6 part 2 by the time Hillary gets back on Sunday.

The show has been ruling my thoughts. My mind has been a running inner dialogue about the show all day. Christopher Moltisanti is my favorite. I love how easily I forget that all of these people--ALL of them, even Carmella, even Bobby 'Bacala'-- are assholes. Bastards. OH!



Tonight, though, I might go to see my mother. My mom and stepfather. I miss them all the time and they offered to feed me while Hillary's away. So I may drop in. I just have to collect all of the Tupperware I've amassed over the years that I've been out of the house so that I can return it to her. Also, I'm taking my laundry.

I may make it to the finish line tonight. I may actually NOT be overdrawn by the time my pay comes in. I'm almost excited.

I just hope I get to enjoy some of it.

I'm going to Hillary's family's Hanukkah brunch this Saturday_by myself. It'll be interesting. Her mom, sensing my nervousness at the idea said "you don't have to be here too long."
I like them; they're just not the family I grew up with. I'm supposed to be there as an extension of Hillary, with her there. I'm like one of those little purse dogs, only hungrier, with more dandruff, more likely to get the runs, and infinitely more charming.
I'll go, though, with a gift for her Bubby, whose name I pulled in the gift exchange. What does one get an 80 year-old Jewish woman? This will be a question for my mother tonight.
I know whoever pulled my name got me pants to replace the ones I tore at the last party there. I bent over to pet a kitten and rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrip.

Anyway, I'm not in a bad mood, not in a good mood. Not in a bad place, but certainly not in a good place either. Mostly I feel like I could be better and I miss having sex. I feel like there should be more.

On Monday my supervisor said "you look hot." It was nice.