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So I'm debating what to do tomorrow...

I could totally go home for the weekend, especially since I don't have class in the afternoon. Getting out of my 4th grade class isn't difficult at all "Hey, I'm going to be in today.. I'm going home for the weekend for family things". Then work.. well.. screw them. Boss doesn't care if I'm not there, because that means she can read all the magazines while she pretends to check them in. Deb (another librarian I work with) says that it once took Jan (me boss-lady) about an hour to check in a copy of Newsweek. Checking in a journal consists of typing the freaking name, clicking on the link that comes up, and clicking "Check in" on the box that matches the date/journal #/vol # that is in the journal in your hands. Really hard, eh? Apparently...

I'm still hurting. I'm not sure what's going on with me.. Maybe my sub concious is depressed and acting out on my concious side by hurting the hell out of it. I feel like I've been hit by a truck. Not a fun part. Any my finger really hurts unless it's got a bandaide covering it. I found out this morning that I actually got burnt somewhat deeply.

So yeah, might go home. I'm debating. I want to, but I don't know if the boy (Starfior) would be willing to hang out with me after he gets done with his teh uber long shifts at the cracker barrel. I dunno. I guess it depends on his reaction to the idea of me coming home, and how much i might actually want to go to the drag ball this weekend. (I'd totally have to borrow a dress shirt from some guy, but I've got the slacks and a tie!) *shrug* Maybe I just should go home... the boy is sad and needs me now, and he's not going to come up here until move-in time, i'm quite sure. Anyway.. nap time for me...