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My head is spinning. And I've been terrible about returning phone calls. One day swims into the next without warning and I can't remember what I meant yesterday to put off for today until it's already too late to schedule for tomorrow. I'm being sued (silly, really... but stressful nonetheless) and I now have forty-eight hours to take, pass, and FedEx online traffic school before my license gets scarlet lettered. I broke a bone in my hand and my best friend broke a bone in his foot. They don't have anything to do with one another. There's always too much caffeine in me to calm the fuck down because there's always too much to do to not be caffeinated. I am incapable of sitting on a couch without falling asleep. I have a six-hundred forty-dollar cell phone balance. I keep avoiding the topic of just turning thirty...

...although the day I turned the big three-oh was pretty great. Really great. Best birthday ever. And, just yesterday, I fixed my universal remote (needed new batteries -- kept operating the TV, but for some reason a little extra charge was needed to fuck with everything else) so now I can fast forward to the exact spot where I want to drift off to dreamland. The Giants pulled off an amazing win last night to keep my playoff dreams alive. I finally have a wireless network in the house so all the people pissed off that I won't call them back before nine p.m. can send me a goddam gmail. I'll be SG-busy all the live long day.

Couch plus iPod plus no phone calls. Nighty-night.