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I went to bed after 1:30am, I got up around 7:40am. I'm kinda tired, but I could not physically sleep any longer. Sun starts coming up and unless I'm way tired, sick or drunk (and sometimes that doesn't even save me) and I do, too. Can't sleep through the light.

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I'm currently in a "OMG, all my tops are bitches" mood which means I'm pacing around my room in my bra, trying everything on and then tossing it across the room.

Energy highs like whoa again.

God, I want to move things. Big, damn heavy things. Like computers across campus. You know, I loved working at OTS. I really did. Other than the fucked up politics and the people thinking I couldn't do my job because OMG, I'm a girl, it was fantastic. I got to run all over campus, moving things and nobody said a word if I only popped into the office for about five minutes, spending the rest of the however insanely long shift I signed up for roaming campus. Plus I liked the quiet. No ringing phones. Computers don't bitch at you if you have to put them on hold in the hall to move a TV. TVs don't mind if you move the computers first. It was bliss.

Hmmmm, still not dressed. I don't wanna wear any of my shirts. This is a problem.

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Look, it's broken. We're trying to fix it. Guilt tripping me does you no good. I don't know enough about it to fix it. I don't know what's broken or how long it takes to fix.

All you end up doing is making me feel like shit.

I know you're using it for business purposes. I know you need it.

But making me want to cry won't get you online faster.