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My good friend Bill (well, his wife Julie) just had a baby last week, and I'm ashamed to say I haven't even turned out my usual pair of simple booties for the poor child. Remember when I used to knit? What happened to that?

My good friend Steve just got married a week and a half ago, and I haven't done a single thing to acknowledge it outside of email.

Remember when there used to be too many hours in a day? What happened to that?

I'm so tired I could just pass out right now. What with the cold, and the new job (tomorrow I get to start coming in at EIGHT! In the MORNING!), and the extra hour of Latin Review on top of the two hour Latin ("Death and Remembrance"-- cheery summer fun!) class, I have no time for anything. Half of the emails in my box are "Keep as New".

Two days into this new routine and I'm crying uncle. Folding like a cheap... something that folds.

But am I complaining? Did I think I had a bad day today? My day was a day at Epcot compared to some people's. Just to put my woes into perspective, I just heard that Adrian, Steph's new pup, jumped off the couch and BROKE HIS POOR LITTLE PUPPY LEG today! JESUS CHRIST! It's been a nightmare of a day for everyone at The Penthouse, especially poor Steph, who is racked with needless guilt. (It wasn't at all her fault.) And the poor little pupster-- he's going to be okay but he's in a huge cast and, of course, pain.

I wish I could go over right now and cover him with kisses. My poor babies.\

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