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Fleh. I woke up this morning (I guess yesterday morning now) feeling all blah, and the idea of not going to work overrode my Protestant work ethic (yeah right) so I called in sick, thinking, well, I'll go in and work the last half of my shift. Well, I slept until 1pm (sort of unusual; I mean, I sleep in, but generally not past 11am) and was feeling sluggish and ooky when I woke up. What woke me up, by the way, was the end of a very long, complex dream where I had carried out this elaborate plot to shoot and kill a very influential, rich dude who had done me wrong. But I was caught and shot to death by the FBI while trying to escape. This woke me up, so I checked my email, read a little, and went back to sleep until almost 7pm. This is not usual at all, and when it does happen it often means I am fighting off some cold or other. Oh, and I had really weird dreams during that time too, but I don't remember them. So I ate some dinner, and Eric and I reminisced about our time together. We met for the first time in person the day after my 30th birthday, which will be 4 years ago next Saturday. I was a lonely, jaded, grumpy girl and he was a lonely, inexperienced (relatively), I'm-almost-22-yo grumpy boy. It has been a fantastic turn of events since then. *smile*

But now, I'm awake. Wide awake. Damn.

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Oh, owie. I slept fitfully last night, and woke up with a shooting pain in my back. Went to work anyway, but it kept getting worse. I didn't want to wait until Wednesday to go to the chiropractor for it, so I just bailed out of work. Sure enough, one of my ribs popped out where it is connected to my spine, and my back was spasming all the way up to my neck. This has happened to me before. She's popped it back in, but my back doesn't believe it yet. It'd be nice to spend the rest of the day in the hot tub, or better yet- the tank. But no, gotta chase the mighty buck. Owie, owie, owie.