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You don't even know how hard I laughed the first time I saw this. Thank you, F/X, for running "The Day After Tomorrow" one night when there was nothing else on.
I love my little brother.
Hey! Hi! So.
Fingers crossed, I should know the grade for my corrected IBI project by the end of the week. Either I get a raise, or I get a new job. Woo!
Speaking of work, I started working with a new client a few weeks ago. He JUST turned 3, so this kid is pretty much brand new to therapy. He was dressed like a little hipster today: little rolled-up faux distressed jeans, polo shirt and Vans. The only thing that would have made it even more adorable is if he still had his pompadour-esque half mohawk. If I could legally post a picture, I would. You don't even know.
Here's a little something for your trouble.
I know I should be happy that the kids in our complex are outside playing instead of sitting inside, glued to an x-box or something, but seriously? The screaming? I deal with screaming all day long. It would be nice to be able to escape it when I get home.
But whatever.
Today was better than I thought it would be. Better than yesterday, anyway.
Good grief, Cory.
I obsess and obsess and obsess, and does it ever get me anywhere?
Get a grip, woman.
I feel restless. Stupid Idaho.
I know I just got back from Ireland, like, yesterday, but I want to get out of here again. If anyone finds a cheap ticket to Pittsburgh and/or DC, let me know.
Happy almost-birthday to me.
