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Repercussions

The Governor has a slight fear of those put-your-face-in-the-hole-and-take-a-picture things. I wasn't aware of it until last weekend:

This apprehension comes from an incident last year at the petting zoo that we used to frequent. The cut-out in question was a spider monkey one, and he had bumped his head frightfully when I had asked him to pose. It's why he looks so perturbed in this particular picture:

How Can This Be Good for Me?

My mind is exhausted and crabby, after having spent the past two days traveling rapidly from thought to thought. Last night, I lay awake at 1 p.m., turning a single thought over and over in my head like a shiny wide pebble. I kept it beside me for most of the day, and then finally pitched it to a client at four in the afternoon. I'm sure it's going to come back at me, only larger. I was fixated on that one thought, but it could be a number of different ones that are jangling around in my brain these days. I'm carrying a pocket full of rocks.

I never expected in-house to be this busy. It's like treading in whitewater rapids, and it might get even busier in spite of it never really having slowed down. It sort of makes me worry about my mental health because I sure am exhausted, and I'm the type of person who takes things quite seriously work-wise, because in many ways it's one of the few things that I've been able to call my own. I try to have faith, but sometimes it gets really hard.

Sellout

As of 11 a.m. this fine Sunday morning, I'm a total sellout.

See this is what happens when your company gives you a free shuffle. You say to yourself, "it can't hurt to download the one or two songs on i_Tunes that I haven't already ripped."

And so it began. To date, I've purchased at least $100 worth of songs, and I've found myself in the position of having to remove songs from my itty bitty Shuffle to make room for new purchases.

"I don't want a used Black one," I pouted matter-of-factly to Conan as I shoved my hands into my plush velour robe's pockets this morning, as he dutifully checked the cra1gslist postings.

Then, I dropped the coup de grace: "At least it's not a new purse."