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1) Happy Hour is tonight. I am too tired to repost details. Ginger's Trois, 5:30ish.

2) I turned in all of the Potlatch pubs last night and this morning. They lack graphic lines, because I was too tired to add them and besides, I decided they looked fine without.

3) I am tired. After a cup of green tea and a cup of black tea, I am still tired. Damn all of you for whom caffeine is effective. Damn you all.

4) But I have nothing left on my plate until Friday! Except, theoretically, some fiction writing. And packing. Sounds tiring.

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Girl Scout Cookies tomorrow!

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There is a conspiracy afoot to deprive me of black underwear.

I've only worn the same damn brand for my entire adult life and then some (in varying colors, though). Black cotton Jockey Elance bikinis. That's all I want.

Jockey.com does not appear to carry them any more, at least in my size. You know what that means.

Nothing else either fits right or is sturdy enough, though at this point, alternative suggestions gladly accepted.

Grawr.

(crossposted to fatshionista)