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50) The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner, 336 pgs
No wonder people don't read classics. I'm glad I have the help of the internets to figure out what the hell was going on.

51) Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw, 112 pgs.
This was fun.

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I sleep in. I went through a short phase where I got up at like 5:30 a.m., and you know, nothing's open that early. And then you need a nap at 3.
Last night, there was no sleeping. I am coughing too much. So at 6 a.m. I'm calling into the office still sick, and calling my Dr. and no one is anywhere.

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"I am really annoyed that no one gave me a pat on the back for being on my very best behavior when plantae was here."
"THAT was your best behavior?"
"Yes. Notice I didn't steal all her clothes and burn them. I didn't drag her to a salon to get her hair and make up done. I didn't curse very much except for that time when we passed the "Blunt Mortuary" and I said, "Blunt Mortuary.. Fuck your mom." because that was hilarious. I even refrained from doing my Joseph Smith impression and paging Moroni over the intercom at the airport! I was so good!"
"...yes... *pat* I suppose you were."

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I was swabbed for swine flu, other nasties, and sent home with a bag of antibiotics. No idea what is wrong with me.
Since I have all the swine flu symptoms, randomdreams was sent home from work and gets himself a 5 day vacation. He's putting spark plugs in my car.
It's sort of odd to be know around his office as "the really hot, really sick girlfriend" since somehow his whole office knows that I have endometriosis.
It's okay, my whole office knows my pee schedule.