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Apparently, I am ( fun sexy. )

But we knew that already.

Actually I'm not feeling very sexy at all right at the moment, since I'm stressed and my back STILL hurts, though nowhere like as bad as yesterday. This would be the point where if I had some extra money or insurance, I'd be thinking about them thar chiropractic adjustments.

Thinking about what I want to do next year. Not so much the idiothic (not a typo) concept of resolutions, but more "okay, I don't want to mope around feeling like I made no progress on anything this time next year." Other than hopefully doing a better job keeping on top of my money, I'd also like to resolve space issues I've been having in the past six months. I need my own space, someplace I can go and shut the world out if I want to. Right now the closest thing I've got is my office at work, and even though I share the room with someone, his space and my space are pretty clearly delineated. Heh. No wonder I haven't really wanted to leave there lately. ;) So weird, have you ever had the problem where you have to drag yourself to work and then once there it seems to take too much energy to leave?

I'm trying to get stuff accomplished this week, damn the torpedoes. I called the student loan folks yesterday and did a little reorganizing on my ipod, which are both things I've been meaning to do for months. A slow start, but the shitty part is always actually starting, so maybe I can accomplish something else tonight, depending on where my night goes - it's currently up in the air. I've got a buttload of presents to wrap and send, not to mention holiday cards.

well, time to haul ass.