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If I were really good at html, a giant boxing glove would pop out of the screen and punch you in the nose.

Woes

Woeful woe 1:
Yesterday I sneezed an awful sneeze and strained my left lung.

Woeful woe 2:
Yesterday Leon did some lender shopping for our soon to be house buying adventure. We did not hear what we wanted to hear.

Woeful woe 3:
I have work today. Tons of it.

Rage Against The Teen

Yesterday evening we went over to my parent's house to finally set up my 11 year old neice's email. She has this new computer, but doesn't really have any concept of the entertainment and information it can provide her with. I think she'll get it one day, but for now, I'm not worried. In fact, I think it's better this way. Anyway, she showed me this picture she made on a paint program. A swirling, colorful piece ala abstract Van Gogh.

On the back, written in gold pen was this poem titled Rage, Rage, Rage:

Rage, rage, rage
Why do I have so much rage?
Is rage a part of me
Rage, rage, rage

Confused, I asked her what she has so much rage about. She said that she didn't know, that she just wrote it. Okay, I said. Kind of like writing from someone else's perspective? I guess, she replied and had another spoonful of vanilla cake frosting, right out of the can.

Party load.

Friday night, I blew my party load. We went to the Townhouse for the dancing, the drinking and fun having. After some Seven-grias, I was in party mode. I danced and got tired. I slept and then I slept.

The best thing about this weekend: cleaning the bathroom. I went crazy. I wiped everything down with bleachy-wipes, I replaced the busted towel rack and the shower curtains, I added a mobile drawer unit to the vanity too. Now there's not a huge pile of cleaning products, lotions and self tanners on the bathroom floor. It's so clean in there now, I just want to hang out in the bathtub. All day.