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[fredericks]

So the goal for the next couple of hours, as it is every Saturday morning/afternoon (because by Saturday evening I'm already morose and mourning my imminent return to work), is to GET MY SHIT TOGETHER. Never mind that I've been up since 6:30 and all I've managed to do is shower, ingest a large bowl of cereal and half a cup of tea, change into a shirt and socks (porn star-style; I've yet to come across a pair of jeans), and peruse a couple of websites (there were two twists to The Prestige? I guess I didn't consider the revelations that much of a shock. I thought I'd missed something). GO TEAM ME!

My tentative plan is to actually make my way down the street to the beauty parlor and get my hair chemically altered, and then, if sitting under a dryer for one hour doesn't make me homicidal, maybe head over to the mall to get a new back up hard drive to replace the one I damaged by dropping (if I send it in to Seagate will they retrieve the data and put it on another drive for me? all my songs are on that thing!). And then, you know, GET MY SHIT TOGETHER. Because that's how I roll.

Note - I've been trying to achieve G.M.S.T. -ness for the last couple of weekends. There's something about this summer that is sapping my energy. At least, that's the excuse this year.

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[fredericks.livejournal.com]

Ha! I managed to get my hair done and that was about it. Didn't even find it in me to make up my bed either day this weekend. My ish? Still undone. Joy.

I hope your Sunday was better.