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I just sent an email to an ex-boyfriend giving relationship advice (talking Fear and Loathing AND Prufrock... I either rock or I'm too nerdy for words).
Also managed to send a -terribly- sung message to Ed. I swear to god, at one point in time, I had this beautiful voice (I won awards over it), it wasn't really like an angel, more like a decent tenor, but then the cheese came and ruined it all. I barely have two octaves anymore, which is... annoying, but not annoying enough to give up the cheese, the beautiful cheese.
But yeah, day off... whoo! Frank's new job is from 11:45pm to some time in the morning (eight thirty? I don't know), so we're no longer flipflopped, but it means that today, I saw him for a bit. He's sleeping right now... and I'm not sure when I should wake him, if I should wake him.
Feel Briget Jones-ish...
Anyway, will go pretend to be productive, maybe look at piles of clothes, lump them into laundry piles for future washing.
posted by Amber at 6:56 PM
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