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I feel....good?

randomdreams is fantastic, an absolute nut, in a good way. Biking. I felt dizzy on Sat. for unknown reasons so I didn't want to go on a really brutal ride on Sun. It was nice and slow and non-life-threatening. He took my baby away to fit her with new tape and to tweak things and will probably ride her for "calibration" purposes. He he he, it's okay, he's the only person I'll let touch her.
Bill Amundson is also fun, nutty and hyper. If this is what happens when people quit their jobs maybe I should try it sometime. I forgot to warn John that Bill will talk very fast, forever.

Frankly that bike ride should have taken at least some of the wind out of my sails, but I rebounded full of evil and bitchyness and yelled at Todd for quite awhile.

I have a christmas tree and it's pretty and smells good. I need more monkey ornaments.

T: "I want a Sponge Bob Squarepants star at the top of the tree!"
N: "No.
"Please?"
"No."
"Yes?"
"No."
"But it's my tree too!"
"No, it's not, it my tree."
"Here's a dollar, I want 1 branch to put Bob."
"No. You can put Bob on my tree WHEN YOU FINISH MAKING MY FUCKING BARSTOOLS!"

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I come home after a difficult 10 hour day and there's a speculum (the evil kind) on the kitchen floor, army men in the living room and my silverware has been painted red.

I'm so fucking sick of this shit. MY ANTIQUE REALLY SILVER SILVERWARE!!!! He KNOWS how berzerk I go when he leaves the forks in spagetti sauce and I have to polish them.

What the fuck?

Normally, I'd drink... I don't want to.... Too late and cold to bike, I can't find my Tool and I don't have any friends to call and cry to.... Godspeed it is... even worse, ASMZ