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I just ran into a friend from college on the mall on my lunch break. Apparently she lives here now, too. I tried to talk her into coming to the Tracy Grammer show tomorrow, and she said she might, but I get the feeling she was just being polite rather than actually considering it. Oh well.

Today marks only one week left in my countdown. My realtor said the temporary apartment will be ready for me to occupy on Dec 6th, and the one I bought is on schedule for a January 26th closing. Like an idiot, though, I scheduled my next training session with Jen for December 5th. I'm going to be useless for moving. Today I'm so sore that it hurt to get dressed. Luckily my brother still owes me a favor, since I helped him move over the summer, and Ahren will be coming to town that day, too, so I'll have some big strong boys to help me.

My bridge friends are slowly trickling out of Hawaii now that the nationals are over. I'm disappointed that mczen didn't keep up with his daily updates. I was having fun with those. You still out there, mczen? I hope you made it home safely and without too much more drama. I want to hear all about it.

And I think we've got an all-star team planned for Gatlinburg. jjbrr has agreed to play with me in at least one compact KO if he can squeeze me in (I'll make sure he does), and mczen wants to play with Ahren, so there's our team. Ahren and I actually beat mczen's team the only time we ever faced them in Gburg last year, and that was before I even started learning stuff. But that must've been a fluke:) I hope my brother doesn't schedule his wedding in conflict with Gatlinburg. Oh, stress.

I think I'm so sore that I'm delusional. I just spent a good three minutes daydreaming about how good it would feel to sit in a giant tub of pudding. It's as if I'm craving a pudding bath. That would feel nice...but why is it even coming into my head? This girl needs some sleep. Further proof? Today I did the following math: 28.20-27.03 = 1.73. Then I realized I was wrong and corrected myself...to 1.83. Seriously. Someone else caught it, not me. Sigh...I want a nap. One that lasts for seven days.

Peace.

Strangest Dream Ever

I can't believe I forgot to write about this.

So, in the four minutes that I actually did sleep last night, I had a dream where I was an old man, and I was dying. My family wanted me to pick out my own hearse (and buy it), so I went hearse shopping at some kind of hearse outlet. I was in some tacky town like Gatlinburg, and the only hearses available were novelty hearses. I figured, I'm going to be dead, I don't give a shit, so I just went with the first one I looked at. (All the hearses were sold including their drivers, too.) My hearse had a chrome statue of a gun-slinging cowboy coming out of the passenger door.

I swear I'm not on drugs. Just sleep-deprived. I woke up at 4:10 this morning :-/

Peace.