No reason. I�m just asking.

I feel like I�ve been punched in the mouth. Like the inside of my lip was broken open after being forcibly shoved against my front teeth. I�m not quite sure how this happened.

I just found out that I over-paid a credit card I paid off last month, by $100. Apparently, I had a payment in the mail I hadn�t accounted for when I mailed in that last $262 to pay it off. Oops. So now I have to wait �up to 30 days� for a refund of that $100. I closed that account with my final payment, see (ah, those Little Victories can smell so sweet), so I�m not just gonna leave the credit balance there.

My stupidity when it comes to money often irks me.

Oh, and remember those jeans from last week? Well, the nickel would be safe today. They�re not quite so tight as they were. I�ve been a very good girl all week, sticking to my diet and exercising. It was, in fact, the tightness of those jeans which sent me over the edge and into a neurotic dieting binge this week (if there is such a thing as a "dieting binge"...and if there is, you know I'd be the one doing it). Apparently, it�s paying off�or the extra-large size of my person last week was due mainly to water retention relating to PMS. Hey, whatever works. Again � Little Victories, people.

So I�m meeting Van for a drink after work tonight. I�m not expecting much, but I figure meeting him is the least I can do, seeing as he�s been so dang persistent (hey, what can I say? I�m a giver). John is driving down from Santa Cruz tonight, but won�t get to the Rad Pad until at least midnight. He is going to hang out with his friend, Brandon, while I am off seeing the-band-with-the-incredibly-stupid-name tomorrow night. You know, the band with the Hunky Drummer. I�m pleased about all of this for many reasons, not the least of which is there is no way I can give in to my baser instincts and allow the Hunky Drummer to tap this when I have a different, larger hunk waiting at home to tap it once I get there.

It just occurred to me�My life is really, really hard, ain�t it?

Have a groovy weekend, folks.

**Added later: Hey, kids...'member that guy-I-don't-know-but-who-is-the-love-of-my-life: Matt Springer? I just found out that of late he has taken to working with Mayan kids in Chiapas, Mexico.

I told you he's the perfect man for me (if only he knew that). In truth, he's probably too good for me.

It's interesting that just a few weeks ago I watched a heartwrenching documentary about this region and the rebellion prompted by the initiation of NAFTA and its effects on the region's populace (only a few, already wealthy, landowners in this region profited from NAFTA. Everyone else was screwed. Funny how that's not the way the rebellion was presented by our news media at the time).

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