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Huh. For the past couple of mornings, I bolt upright in bed thinking, "Shit! Am I supposed to be somewhere?" I think as it's getting closer and closer, I can feel the vacation slipping away. After all, tomorrow morning if I ask that question, the answer will be a resounding "YES! Getcher ass out of bed now!"

Since I work best under tight deadlines, I'm hoping today will be hyper-productive for me. I really need to tidy some dresser drawers and the top of the sewing machine in the bedroom, need to dig my desk out of the paper mountain I've buried it under, cycle through a few rounds with the dishwasher, clean out the fridge, and restock with things that are naturally green.

Today is going to be over before I know it. Last days always move at warp speed. Plus, I need to be in bed by 10 in order to get up early for the mechanic tomorrow.

In other news, last night was glorious. I grabbed the bus to Montlake and walked to Jeff's house. (Peeve: I can't find my goddamn bus pass, ack! Hoping to find under desk pile.) Chris introduced me to Buffy's favorite cat toy, and Jeff had to struggle a bit to convince me to leave the house. We drove to Kabul in Wallingford, which has really become one of my favorite restaurants (and has sort of become the place Jeff and I always go to for long, catch-up sessions). And catch-up we did. Much like Monday night with Sarah, it was just fantastic to see him again and talk-talk-talk about everything. Purrrr. As an added bonus, we're going to hang out again tonight. Whee!

Ok. Must go clean something. And then take breaks to play FF12, which I need to comment on later.

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