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Bah.

12 hours of sleep last night and I'm still tired when I get up. (I'm not counting the period between 12:30 and 1:30 when the cats decided I'd slept long enough, and it was time to PLAY!) On the other hand, I want to go for a run right about now. Weirdly hyper.

Skipped the annual condo meeting Monday night - didn't get home until 6:30, and was so ravenously hungry I would have stopped halfway up the hill at the annoying barking dog's house, cooked and ate him, then arrived late, blood slowly congealing in suspicious stripes on my face and arms, and I *still* would have had to listen to the moron down the hall turf up inane ideas like change the association's name.

Saint of the Green

I am apparently saved from the massive faux pas of not wearing green on St. Paddy's Day by my hair - the blue has sort of faded to a teal, which counts, I'm told. Pity - I've a lovely new blouse on my bed that'd work too, but I was saving that for tomorrow.

My notebook is getting all scribbled up, and Eowyn's head is the most difficult to get into. Sheesh! She's in Minas Tirith, all woe and gloom, this hunk right next to her giving her the eye, and she's oblivious! I want to shake her! Of course, I also want to pet her and tell her it'll be all better, so that's something.

Oh yeah, and I started wearing my rings again this week, so I've a peridot on. Not that this would stop Dru from pinching me, should he see me, but that's the prerogative of little brothers. It is also their prerogative to get beat upon by their older sisters should they abuse the privileges of certain ethnic holidays. Not that I'm going to see him today, as he's working until late, per usual, and I'm working until normal, but will likely keel over asleep fairly early.

Maybe I'll do corned beef this weekend.