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Paper faces on parade - Sunday, Sept. 18, 2005
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Fri, Apr. 11
... Must be the money
So much for being uber-productive today and getting lots done on my papers. Although, I did go to an hour-long practice lab with Cindy, and I worked on three of my final presentations for different theatre classes, so I guess that was productive.

I'm feeling really lethargic right now, though, and I'm not sure why. I should be energized and excited by the warm weather--I should be out there enjoying it, not sitting here attempting to work on a paper (or rather, procrastinating the paper by writing an entry) and wishing I could fall asleep.

Hmm. I need to do something. Either start writing or leave it for now and do something else that'll make me feel less like a blob.

I'm going to go do some dishes or something.

One year ago today: I was at the chiropractor today, and I have to go back 4 times in the next week, so he can get me aligned properly, because when I landed, my pelvis, back, and entire left side went out of wack, so he has to get that all straightened out. When I hit my hand/wrist, I guess it jammed everything up through my shoulder, so now I'm all dis-aligned (is that a word?) in my shoulder and back. If my headaches don't go away by Saturday, I'm going to go to the clinic to see if I have a mild concussion or anything like that, just because they're still there from hitting my head. Should be fun!
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posted at 3:15 p.m.