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Having a 'Sliding Doors' moment. All I had to do was sleep through a roommate's visit from a friend and it all would have been different!

Pondering how much we need to do this weekend versus how much we'll actually get done. *sigh*
@dooce Thank you so much for that post and the link to the truth about Palin versus the BS hype. You rocketh muchly.
Argh. I can't handle any of this RNC talk at all. Palin has a face I'd never tire of smacking.
I feel a fit of misbehavior coming on. I'm actually pretty excited about it.
How come I get to pack boxes all day every day and he gets to sit on the sofa, or schedule fantasy football drafts? Being a super woman sux
Why are men so oblivious to hints? A missing subtlety gene? I dunno.
Full of panic and fajitas. Goddamnit, this move gets shittier with every day that passes.
Don't need any more fairweather friends.
Still trying to pack for the move. Doing this without any help sucks the big one, and I still keep getting nasty surprises. Ugh.
I'm officially excited about the move.. But still apprehensive about the awful landlord.
So begins a 3 day weekend of packing boxes for the move. Blaaargh.
He's allowed to request lingerie but I'm not allowed to say he's hot in glasses. WTF?
Friends' Facebook photo updates remind me that we're friends in name only. Sad.
It's annoying when a movie leaves me confused and inarticulate. Right now, I feel like an idiot.
Going to do something I'm not supposed to be doing or telling anyone I'm doing. Dammit, I'm trying to be circumspect.
I hate our old landlord's property manager with the passion of a thousand fiery suns. Such a fucking asshole.
Okay. Panic attacks suck it big time. Why am I panicking? Why, this has been a shitty day in a shitty month. September better be kind.
Caught in pre-move limbo. Must. Pack. Boxes!
Ready to dole out some smackings today. Seems like they're well deserved, too.