(thanks, renee, as always)

“..My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope;
make yourself a
structure you can live inside.”

–Aimee Bender “Hymn”

• Woke up at 5:45am with the radio/alarm and totally thought it was Saturday, and that I was on the beach(courtesy my HomEdics machine). Needless to say I was quite unimpressed to come to terms with it being Tuesday and I was not on said beach but rather in a too-small bed with a cat on my head and swollen eyelids.
• Rode in today. At a stoplight on Penn a little kid gave me two thumbs up. Then his mother yelled at him.
• It’s almost 70 degrees and it’s January.
• My coworker has switched from smoking cigarettes to stogies only. I am not kidding. He’s very “this is a logical step in the right direction for me.” I don’t really get it, but whatever. His 15 minute smoke breaks are now 25 minute cigar puffings. Congrats, It’s an Idiot!
• The Croatian candy bar on my desk that is “Punch” flavored.
• Accompanied by a mini gummi hot dog. The mghd is frightening enough–more creepy is not knowing how this appeared on my desk. What cubicle gnome is sprinkling the creepy sweets?

I’m so close…so F&$^#*?!@#&^# close to paying off all my debt. Today = two steps closer. So close. I can smell the financial freedom–the freedom to go back to school, to have good credit again. So! Close!