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I am completely exhausted. Work kicks my ass this week. Only six more days to go. I'm doing rather well, by the way. If I do say so myself. Which I do.

Gina just accused me of being an Abusive Heterosexual Lifemate because I'm neglecting her as she prattles on in my ear. I'm too tired to feel guilty.

My mom sent me an email **AT WORK** about a Swedish guy she and my dad met last night at a meeting of his Lovecraft Society that is looking for American penpals with similar reading interests. She swears up and down she's not trying to play Yenta, but would it be all right if she gave him my email address? Then she goes on to describe what he looks like. Pleeeeeeeease, Mom. Also, I've never read Lovecraft in my life so I don't know where these "similar reading interests" are supposed to come from. She's obviously trying to fix me up with a Swedish guy. Mom, you doof. Don't send me thinly-disguised fix-up emails, especially not at work. Bless her.

So. Tired.

Off to the gym. Because I am a huge masochist, didn't you know?

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