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		<title>Not Bad</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jun 2005 14:06:00 +0000</pubDate>
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				<description><![CDATA[This morning is shaping up pretty good, despite the fact that it started with weird dreams and a late awakening. My alarm went off at its usually nasty-awful time, but I was in the middle of a weird, but very intriguing dream. So I ignored it for 10 minutes. I finally got up and shut [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<p>This morning is shaping up pretty good, despite the fact that it started with weird dreams and a late awakening.
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<p>My alarm went off at its usually nasty-awful time, but I was in the middle of a weird, but very intriguing dream. So I ignored it for 10 minutes. I finally got up and shut the blasted thing off, but was still only half awake and really wanted to go back to that dream. So instead of doing the intelligent thing and just getting up, I went back to bed and tried to recapture the last dream. I didn&#8217;t. I&#8217;m not that great of a mind-bender. But I did have another very intriguing but strange dream. And when I woke up? It was 10 minutes before I was supposed to be at work.</p>
<p>Oops.<br />
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So I raced around the apartment trying to get ready in record time. I didn&#8217;t. It took me a half hour, even with my hair now astronomically short and easy to handle (think <a href="http://www.amandatapping.com/">Amanda Tapping</a> in this cut). I&#8217;m not sure why it took me so long. I wasn&#8217;t dawdling or anything. Anyway, then I head out to my car and remember I had to park a building away because parking <span style="font-size: 130%;">sucks</span> in our complex (not that I&#8217;m bitter about it or anything). I get to my car and head toward the entrance and&#8212;there&#8217;s a huge truck blocking the intersection that leads to the main gate. The driver was busy hooking up one of those very long dumpsters (they&#8217;ve been working on our roofs and dumping all the trash in these things, which, by the way, have been taking up parking spaces&#8212;oh, don&#8217;t get me started on all the dumba** things the management of our complex does!). So I had to sit there and wait for this &amp;*!$ driver &#8212; who, by the way, kept giving <span style="font-size: 130%;">me</span> dirty looks and major body-language attitude like <span style="font-size: 130%;">I </span>was the problem here &#8212; to get the freakin&#8217; dumpster all hooked up and wench-hauled that sucker onto the bed of his truck <em>before</em> he finally moved. 5 minutes later, I finally am able to drive out of my complex.</p>
<p>But&#8212;-</p>
<p>I got to work in less time than normal (because I was so stinkin&#8217; late I missed all the usual traffic&#8230;.). Beat all odds (believe me, that&#8217;s astounding) and found an incredibly perfect parking space in the shade and very near my office building (our campus has 3 or 4 loooong buildings), so I didn&#8217;t have to hike a mile in the 3-in. heels I impulsively decided to wear today. I arrived at my cube to discover that my boss and co-workers were in a meeting, so no one yet knows just how stinkin&#8217; late I was. And I managed to make it to the cafeteria to grab a bagel for breakfast with 3 minutes to spare before they closed.</p>
<p>Whew. What a morning. And it&#8217;s only 9am.</p>
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