the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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10:45 a.m. + 2005-03-14 = lick your palms. i know it's childish...
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it's not hookie. i awoke with a not-so-kosher feeling. a drastic lack of sleep, the culprit? i did the bake off--gluten-free/vegan blueberry muffins [3 dozen], vegan cranberry orange muffins [2 dozen], morning glory co-op share muffin [1 dozen plus 3... it's a bad recipe], 18 mixed berry scones, 23 apricot pistachio vegan scones--and decided to figure out whether i'm just severely tired or actually sick-via-overlytiredness.
got coffee. it kicked in at 9. i still haven't kicked in. so, i left work sick.
it's not hookie. though, now that i'm home... why would i waste extraspecial out-of-nowhere freetime on napping? but then , if i didn't nap, it would be playing hookie.
or this is our little secret.
[[yeah. our little secret.]]
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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