"I like to move it move it!"

I like symmetry. It appeals to me. I try not to let my OCD control my life, but the symmetry is so . . . soothing sometimes. Having two pieces of gum for the two sides of my mouth. Even numbers of steps in between cracks on the sidewalk. Having two male dogs and two female cats. Symmetry.

I need some crackers.

I should tell you that I have made steps to reducing my pack rat tendency and under garments. Upon purchasing two new bras, I came home and cleared out most of my old bras. The water bra that I haven't worn since my boobs filled out . . . gone. The red bra that never stayed in one place . . . gone. The sexy lacy bra that was so uncomfortable that I never made it more than 4 hours in it . . . gone. And now I feel much better.

New favorite artist

Amy Winehouse. I need her cd now.

Cough cough hack hack. I am such a sad sack.

Still sick. Still not really able to talk. Still pissed about not being able to run for fear of making me more sick, and thereby delaying more running. I am sad. :( See, the sad face confirms it. No one types a sad face unless they mean it.

So, I'm in these three classes, and it's a lot of work. I mean, a lot of work. As in, I don't have time for this because I would rather focus on what's going on in the real world. You know, the world where I get paid for my work. Not the one where I'm paying for the pleasure of doing work. Wait, am I missing the point of college? Where are my spring breaks and college keggers?

I got an advert in the mail today for graduation announcements. Don't tell anybody. I haven't decided if I'm going to do that yet, or keep it to myself. I don't really have extended family or anybody other than the immediate people who already know that I'm going to college to tell. So, I guess it would be a waste. But, the embossed sample that they sent was pretty nice. Embossing is classy. And as we all know, I am a classy lady. No, that's not true. But I still want something embossed. Just you know, something.

So I'm here, and I'm sick. And I need to double my workforce at the job. And that also means managing double the work load for said work force. Not too huge, but huge enough. And I'm excited about it a little, because I'm sick. Not the sick I was talking about earlier, but more like sick in the head. I am not a work horse, but man do I love to get crap done.

Reminder: Reapply for Federal Student Aid

First, it's tax season again. Woha, every year it takes me by surprise. I shake my head and ask, "Really? We're here again?" Hopefully my good buddy AT won't let me down and file early this year, thereby depriving me of the chuckle I get when he waits to the last minute.

The superbowl is this Sunday. It's a football sport. I think the Bears and the Colts are playing. JB told me yesterday that this is the first superbowl that he will be home for (and we will be together, in the same state) in 5 years. This is significant. We don't really even like football.

My nose is dripping and it's disgusting. JB got me sick. Now we're both sick, pathetically wandering around our house coughing and then saying "ow". I haven't been this sick in awhile. I'm thinking that I was vulnerable because of the marathon. Lesson learned.

Today I'm interviewing somebody at the job. First time ever. We'll see how it goes.

At least it's Thursday. I'm hoping to feel better enough to run on Saturday.