Sade, dit moi, pourquoi le sang pour le plaisir?

[cyrano]

Lost about $100 worth of CDs on the bus last night--we hit my stop sooner than I expected, and in the rush to get out the door before the bus took off, I left the bag behind. I've called Lost/Found/Screwed and they haven't seen it yet but suggest I try back tomorrow morning just in case.
I get the house to myself this weekend--being abandoned by the cruel housemate. I think I'll try and watch that six-hour DVD that's been sitting in my Netflix caddy for lo these past few months. It sounds like I'll get to see Anne soon, and Angie's party is this weekend; I missed her dinner so I'm glad I've got a second chance to celebrate with her.
Um. Falling behind in responding to email, but I think I'll get that cleaned up soon. Work is kind of slow--there's a lot of us and not really enough to do, but we keep making up new projects, and I'm still sore and tired at the end of the day. Not a lot to say; I didn't read the paper so there are no columnists to bitch about even.

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[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

Sorry, hon. I'm on my way to bed as soon as I finish dinner. Tired and sore and frayed and not in any posish to deal with large groups of people. But I still love you.