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Reading: Protect and Defend by Richard North Patterson.
Watching: The West Wing. Instead of rambling on about how I love Oliver Platt and how if Aaron Sorkin needs shrooms to write then he should damn well have them, I will tell you that a small part of me gets a kick out of doing defense work for an industry that everybody hates so much. It makes my life more interesting. Mourning: The loss of my free HBO. They finally converted my neighborhood to digital cable. The channel lineup changed, and my HBO is history. I hardly ever watched it anyway, but it was nice to know it was there. And it did bring me Eddie, you know. Listening: To nothing. I have completely killed the radio in my car. It's quite annoying. I would go get it fixed but I just know that they'll tell me that they don't make the cheap-ass radio that came with my 1993 Nissan Sentra and I'll have to get a whole new one and I can't tell you how much I can't afford that right now. Journal Plug: A big shout-out to Wobbly, who told me that she too was cruising to George Michael over the weekend. We are just too funky.
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There's been a really sad story going on here, in KC. I haven't seen the national news in a while, so I don't know if it's been reported elsewhere. But they found a little girl's naked body in the woods over the weekend. She had been decapitated. The police canvassed the area, asking people if they had seen anything or even knew of a little girl who had gone missing, as they obviously couldn't do much to identify her. No one knew anything. They found her head today, wrapped in a trash bag, about 100 yards from where her body was. They still don't know who she is. Obviously, it's all speculation at this point. That either her parents killed her and aren't reporting her missing, or that her parents were killed too. It's all just so strange, and sad.
 I'm broke again. Dammit, I don't know how this happens. I thought that when you were a bona-fide adult, you didn't have to live paycheck to paycheck anymore. I wasn't all that extravagant over the weekend. There was the MAC, and a CD of my friend's orchestra, and that is the extent of my non-essential spending. The end-of-the-month paycheck always goes fast, because of the rent. But still. I'm completely annoyed about having to dig change out of the couch for the next two weeks. At my age, that's just pathetic.
Our two weeks of transition hell are winding to a close, and I'm taking Monday off as a mental health day. I'm sure Carol (that's my officemate) is breathing sighs of relief, as I have probably been driving her crazy by making her listen to me swear at myself and others from the other side of the cubicle wall, not to mention the fact that I have taken over her half of the credenza and almost all available floor space with redwells and files and three-ring binders. So anyway, I was chatting with one of the other analysts yesterday, and she said she was taking Monday off before she started on her new assignment, and I thought that sounded like an excellent idea. Even though I'm leaving at noon next Friday, to fly home and surprise my mother. I'm so excited about this. At first my father had worked out this elaborate scheme which would enable him to pick me up at the airport on Friday evening without my mother suspecting anything. But as it turns out, they have theater tickets. So I'm getting a cab home (fortunately, we live all of 8 miles from the hip and hopping Harrisburg airport), and I'll just be there when they get back. She'll be so happy. I just love doing stuff like this.
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