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The clock's running out on 2004. I bid this year a fond farewell, full of disappointments in the big arena but lots of wonderful things in my personal life. Adios!

We went to the Alamo to try to use up some passes that expire in 2004, and saw The Aquatic Life with Steve Zissou. I liked it a lot; it was funny in a surreal way. Lots of people seem to be comparing to Rushmore and The Royal Tennenbaums but I haven't seen either, so all I can say is that if you want subtle and strange in a movie, you'd probably dig this.

I optimistically wrote to my time-keeper to ask her how many hours of comp time I'd be getting this week since I worked Sunday, and she informed me that since I wasn't going to be working New Year's Eve and that none of these were state holidays (it's only a state holiday if it happens on Monday through Friday, even though we have to be open 7 days a week- so Christmas wasn't a holiday this year) I would have to spend 2 hours of leave. I already had to spend 6 hours last week, so I told Kirby I'd work the last couple of hours of her shift so I wouldn't have to burn any of my leave. She was highly grateful, causing me to create a memories folder called 'warm fuzzies' for when people say unabashedly nice things about me. But we have pretty tame plans for tonight anyway so it wasn't a big deal.

Those plans do involve guests, however, so I'm trying to motivate myself through intense web-surfing to clean up the place. The kitchen's a wreck and the living room also has holiday flotsam scattered everywhere, including more cookies and candy that is strictly necessary to survive. It's been an especially candy-intense season, and I think I'm almost actually sick of chocolate right now, though I'm positive that will pass quickly. But even I'm starting to worry about my weight and just want to drink water and eat apples for a couple of days. Like that will happen, but the thought is there.

So... picking up. This would be a lot easier if I didn't feel really shagged out right now; I'd attribute it to poor diet but I also woke up with a painfully sore throat and a head full of crap. It might be cedar allergies, but I suspect it's a cold. Day-quil is my friend. :P

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I took off to come to work a bit early but Kirby had already taken off so I didn't even get to wish her a happy new year. I hope she enjoys her party; I am not going to be good for much when I get home. Excuse me while I take a temporary detour into woe-is-me-ville.

Stephen came over and he and hub are watching Mr.Show (or were when I left). I got the house whipped into shape in time for hub to start a nice dinner, and we even had time for a walk while it was simmering. I am now positive that I've contracted something; allergies don't feel like this. I just hope it's not head cancer.

I tend to avoid making resolutions in the same way people get annoyed by Valentine's Day- why wait for one day a year to change something/tell someone you love them? But I always say if it takes a silly tradition to get you to think about something you wouldn't have thought about anyway, why not. I also have this 70's public school self-esteem indoctrination that resists the idea of thinking that there's something bad about me that needs fixing, but the logical conclusion to that would be that I'm perfect- and I don't think I'm ready to make that claim. So, I hereby resolve to try to treat my earthly vehicle better. I think the days are fast speeding away where I could just do whatever to it and it would bounce back; I have only to look at my mom to see what the long-term effects of ill-use can be. Eating less, eating healthier, moving more. Drinking more water and less caffiene. Decorating it more with pretty trinkets and learning to like it more. I could probably even cut back on the cheeb, heavens forfend, and not do too much damage to my mellow lifestyle (especially since it makes it easier for me to eat crap, and I really could stand to moderate that better).

Enough bloviating. Back to the phones.