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I never did get Up To Something over the actual weekend, and today I have no particular desire to thanks to the air you can wear (87% humidity). Sitting around at home is fine with me (although I'd really like to be embroidering, which isn't so much fun when it's humid). But it does seem like sort of a wasted opportunity. Maybe I'll have to actually use my last two personal days some week before Christmas and actually get Up To Something.

I don't know, sometimes it feels like making plans to do anything with anybody is a waste of time these days. I can't call up anybody on Thursday and say "Dinner next Wednesday?" because Wednesday is already full up, and I can't call up anybody one month and say "Dinner next month sometime?" because it will sound like a good idea but will never actually happen. I'm starting to think there's something wrong with me.

All right, that's enough of the pity party. Time for loud music and laundry, I think.