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I am so sick, like go through a box of kleenex while laying in bed achey sick. So sick that while I sit here in my cubie I am actually... hold onto yourselves someplace pleasent....contemplating going home. I don't do this you see. I don't take time off unless its the High Holidays or something really uber pressing. But I was thinking about this last night while I laid awake tossing and turning and blowing through kleenex with lotion and antibacterial properties, "remember when (name omitted but seriously obnoxious cube mate) sat at her desk and coughed and coughed and sneezed and generally was repulsive? Yeah Zoe honey bunny that was you yesterday". Um yuck. So in order to not subject my fellow cubicle-mates to it, I am getting my filing done and getting out of dodge.

I also pulled out my SiPix camera this morning. Its totally a toy but while laying awake I thought about it too. One more reason why I have to be home by 2:00 because if the battery runs out, the pictures I just took of my plant at my desk go away too. Incentive baby.

I am also going to have to wait until at least 11 MST as I am trying to get a three month subscription to The Sampler. I had a three month subscription like 2 years ago and really wasn't all that impressed, maybe it was jealousy that reared its ugly head, because the contributers were so creative, but I am looking for a little inspiration for myself for a summer activity. I hate the game but need the inspiration. I just have to hope that I don't get the envelope packed with the patchouli scented candles like I always seemed to get... seriously hippies...how about trying something less cloying k?

I was thinking about this temp job that I had like two years ago at this metals mining company (again name ommitted because it was really a weird place, but the cubes were nice, each one had its own little coat closet, which was tre' fancy) scanning documents at this pdf scanner for three months and the girl that sat on the other side of me for the life of me I can not remember her name right now... anyways she was really funny, she would say things like "good morning honey" to anyone, she called people "chica", she sewed her own really cute clothes, she wanted to make purses, we talked about doing Craft Labs at BelMar . I could see her knitting while she was on the phone at home kind of thing and was really really amusing and shiney, I liked her. We would chat about the patrons of the bar that she lived near. She was fun. She got super excited when she got her subscription confirmed, I had one at that time and really looked forward to talking about what things we got when the next one came to our doors, but sadly the job was over before that happened. So I think of her when I try and subscribe every now and again (which is like once a year... and never work for it too hard), but today its a mission. I do this and I go home.