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Crapola. I just *had* to go looking for my boss, to get the link for the cd he said he wanted burned in our morning meeting. So now I can't sneak out of work early and go to the store to get sour cream and salsa and tortillas for enchiladas tonight.

I should have nabbed them at lunch today - I had to go and fetch Turnbull from the shop (Dru wanted a mechanic to look at it before our road-trip on Thursday), and I did a few other errands on the way home. Faxed off a claim form, dropped off film, filled the tank.

Now that I've got it started, I'm working fairly quickly through my sweater. I'll be taking it with me Thursday, and with luck I can get a fair bit done during the drive - I've got about a quarter of the back done just from a few bus trips.

I'm passing on the Bike Auction tonight. Most of what they've got seem to be mountain bikes, and what I need is a road bike. Which I've got, but it'd be nice to have one that's not twenty years old. (I almost said older than I am, but I don't think it's quite thirty.)

Also, I think our condo association meeting is tonight, and I want to attend. See what kind of a woman sits in the President's chair and whines about elevator pads.

Filled up to *here*!

Best. Leftovers. Ever.

Well, at least in a damn long time.

Shredded chicken, the 'mexican' shredded cheese that was on sale, the green salsa from trader joe's, a dash of hot sauce to really spice it up and sour cream all wrapped up in a tortilla.

Sloppy like you wouldn't believe, and ohsogood. I should just keep the shredded chickie on hand - I can get frozen pieces at Costco for not so 'spensive.

I think tomorrow I'll make some squash soup with other leftoevers, and clean up what I can for the weekend.

Dru just walked in the door - I'll fill him in on the car thing and then check on the meeting time.