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It's after midnight and I'm wrapping up this M Shift. Can barely keep my lids from falling despite the fact that I don't go to bed until well after 1 a.m. on most nights. Something about being stuck in this cubicle makes me sleeeeepy and a little nauseous. I'm not sure how M does this night after night after night, manages to squeeze in some Fred's time and then gets her ass up to deal with the girls. Kudos to her for working it all into a day.

Me? I'm a lazy MF-er who'd much rather sleep my life away.

Had to record Lost ... can't wait to get home and watch. Once I get to my pad I'll be wide awake again, I'm sure.

We're thinking about opening a joint account for bill-paying purposes. Convenience and timeliness. And forever-ness. We're parents now. Well, almost. We're in this together now. May as well set some financial guidelines and play like adults. Phew.

I love that man more'n muh luggage, I-tell-you-what. He's my cotton candy.

Speaking of cotton candy, the fair with all its greasy goods will be in full swing this time next week. I'll be the one in line for soft tacos. And fried zucchini. And a corn dog, jumbo version.

Eighty-five days, party people. Eighty-five short days.