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Sonia and I tag teamed on 94 yesterday. It was awesome. And by tag teamed, I mean we talked on the phone while I traveled through Baraboo and she was almost to Neenah. She giggled for about 10 minutes about how I pronounced bur-AH-boo. Whatever.

Sonj is back in the Nah, the Lakers are the NBA champs, and I am about to fall asleep at my desk.

Oh and Hell froze over on Friday when I bought $10 worth of stamps from the ATM to mail a graduation card with $10 in it. Thus spending $23 due to missing an Graduation open house that I felt bad about missing. Cool.

Also, I mailed back my Netflix 30 Rock Season 1 Disc 3. It took me nearly 8 months and I never even watched it. I don't know why I have such a mail problem. I can't figure it out. Maybe it's a deeper issue that I need to dig into or maybe it's just laziness or forgetfulness, but I can't tell you how hard it in for me mail things. Lack of stamps and envelopes might have been the problem, but I now have 9 stamps burning a hold in my left cubicle metal file cabinet. So if anyone wants to be summer penpals, I think we could make something work. It would solve a lot of boredom problems, use my stamps, and cure me of my fear of mailing things. Think about it. Don't forget, I have super neat handwriting.

It is the most perfect beyond perfect day out today and I can't even tell you how badly I want to spend it on my little deck thing. But I'll try: SO BAD. Alas, I can't. I need to pay the Comcast bill and there is no PTO in this dreamworld I live in. And by dreamworld, you know I mean 1K44, my new home.

I'm really worried about a button on my shirt today. I think it might fall off any minute now. Which would be bad because it is like THEE button. You know? I'd liken it to the Cavs without LeBron. He IS the team and this button IS holding my shirt together. Maybe that's not a great example, but my point is, this could get real embarrassing, real fast.