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I also have to watch Heros. I taped it, since I missed it because of my class. Part of me hopes it’s good, but part of me hopes it sucks and is cancelled, because I watch too much TV.
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We really watch too many of the same shows, you know that? And it was pretty good–the preview for the upcoming stuff was definitely intriguing enough to keep me watching. Of course, I’ll watch just about anything. 
Is it bad to take percocet at one’s desk? Because that’s the only way I’m going to make it. I’ve also realized that I’m going to run out of percocet before I run out of pain, which kinda sucks. Hopefully, the doctor will be understanding and not think I’m an addict. The label says 1-2 at bedtime. Well, I spent three days on the couch, so it was always bedtime. But I was a good girl. I did not take it any closer than 12 hours apart. But taking it at work has me feeling oogy. Despite ten years of pro-marijuana stance, I have never been stoned at work, because that’s a line I just don’t cross (okay, there was that one time, but I was working an overnight at an answering service, and I found the joint in the desk drawer, that doesn’t count). So popping percocet at my desk feels funny. But I’m not going to last till noon without it.
Nava, several of my cousins have gotten married in the last few years. My aunts can’t figure out where to seat me, either. Usually, I end up with my brother and his wife and children, and one of my older cousins and his wife and children. Why my aunt Barb chose to put me at a table full of toddlers rather than the table full of young single Marines in full dress uniform is beyond me. sigh I guess that’s what I get for not bringing a date, huh?
There was more. I know there was. But I’ll be damned if I can remember it.
Oh, yeah–Tel–don’t be depressed about the birthday. I’m thirty years old and I have nothing to show for it, either. It’s not where you get in life, it’s how you feel about it. Keep moving forward, and it doesn’t really matter where you end up. I remember my college roommate, who is one day younger than me, calling me on my 22nd birthday to make sure nobody showed up at my door and demanded I tell them what I wanted to be when I grow up.
You’ll do okay.