February 8th, 2002

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yay for friday.

our receptionist was out again today, so i didn't get to go pick up my car. tommorow, definitely. i need to go pick up my drugs tonight or tommorow, too. but first thing after work i'm going to go get my hair chopped off, because great clips is running five dollar haircuts, and it's about that time. i've been meaning to do this for over a week... sad, eh?

the bruising around the tattoo is going down rapidly (or, at least, rapidly for me); i am pleased. i am also rather amused that the wound i delibertly gave myself is healing the fastest of anything i've had in awhile.

this weekend, i need to clean my room, call the mothership and my sister, help clean GZ, relax.
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traffic sucked ass getting home, and there was an hour+ wait at the hair cutting place. said fuck it and walked back out to catch the bus again. traffic must've still been sucking, because it was late.
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