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I forgive Sarah Palin. I do. I know she's stupid and trolls out rumors, but I forgive her for trying. She bit off more than she could chew... I don't think she quite knows what she does.

I forgive Lane for being a total spaz. It's the way she is, and I'm lucky to have a job.

I forgive Janice Wagner, even though she frustrates me, because she's trying to help.

I forgive myself. For last night.

This Week, I Would Respectfully Request:

1. Sex, please. And an orgasm.
2. To get some unequivocable reading time.
3. No massive breakouts of zits, please.
4. At least one Gym Nate sighting.
5. Not to get yelled at by Esmond.
6. Conference room clean of Lane's stuff.
7. To not be insane, and to actually finish all the stuff on my to-do list.

And, 8. Though I know you're impossible, I'm going to put the wishes out into the world anyway.

A week completely free of Carrie Prejean, Michael Lohan, Lindsay Lohan, Dina Lohan, the Gosselins, Sarah Palin. Kthanx.

9, you are also impossible.

Rachel to fall into a crevasse.

Panic Attack Last Night

... and Esmond's in a bad mood. Also crampy and bloaty. And cold.


Happy Fucking Monday.

Crazy

Having to deal all day every day with a boss who wants to know "Where have you been hiding my mail?" or "How do I program the alarm on my cell phone?" really really truly makes me want to kill myself.

Because I don't have better things to do than maliciously hide your mail.