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Words can't describe how good it feels to get better at something after struggling for a long while. It is so great to get the obituaries back from my editor, with only a couple stray green marks (she doesn't use red, it's less "harsh," she says) and a little smiley up on the corner.
It's kinda like hot chocolate- sweet and satisfying.
I'm getting better at something I thought I'd never get good at- it feels fab-you-lous.
I also am planning on getting rid of a certain large, sheet metal curse. I am hoping to get it sold for enough to get me a small, friendly, easy-to-park, gas-efficient eurobox. Like a Jetta. Or maybe a newer Volvo . . . soft spot in my heart for Volvos.
Since the car broke down Friday night in one of Longmont's less spiffy neighborhoods, I have come to the conclusion that it is trying to kill me. First, it traps me in a car wash, then it randomly dies and refuses to start. It's posessed by something . . . maybe if I left it in neutral it would drive itself back to it's masters domaine.
Tonight- Queer Eye for the Straight Guy! Woo!
I bought too much food. I am still under budget but I have too much food. Too much for me. I need someone to come over and I can make them a sandwich . . .
Until next time-