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Sunday=cookies

Routine: sleep, get up, go to work, come home, go back to bed, wake up again, do stuff, maybe go back to work...

This morning the white hell came. Some of it stayed, but most of it melted away as soon as it touched the ground. This X-mas stuff is killing me, turning me into a present wrapping/buying Nazi. Soon after the holidays I will find my sanity again. I'm just not quite sure when that will be.

I'm supposed to bake cookies with Annelise and Kristine this weekend. Party sock rock!



regress /progress



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