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I tried to blog yesterday but I had no internet connection after two seconds. What I was going to do is bitch about how they made us get pictures of ourselves taken at work so we have to wear these damn badges all the time for security and stuff. Which I guess makes sense but it's also evil and meant to torture us. My picture is typically pudgy, half-lidded, smirky, messy, grotesque. In other words, like almost every other picture of me taken within the last 19 years. (I peaked at 7.)

Tonight I went to see The Nutcracker after many, many years. It was magical. I cried a little at the beginning. From the magic of it all. Before the angel even went up. I just saw the angel and got all teary-eyed. I'm glad Kirsten and Olga weren't sitting next to me because they would have been embarrassed by me.

It was just as I remembered it. Nothing has changed, not a single thing. It was glorious. I even drank Nutcracker water, as per tradition. (For you, Mom. stopreadingthis.)

Tomorrow is two important things, in order from least to most important:

1. My last day of caffeine and high-carb living. No more real coffee, no more sugar, and back to the Dance Dance Revolution with me. I've only gained about 5 pounds since this madness began and I aim to lose it and another 40 besides.

2. It's Goose Day. My sweet gosling's birthday. Honk for her. I miss my sweetling. Where are you, angel? Happy birthday.

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