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2005-12-03 - 18:06 180 last I measured. Waiting for dinner, then I'll be about 183. It's pot roast. I'm also waiting for Lincoln. Poor thing worked a 12 hour day yesterday and is working almost that long today. I'm glad I don't work like that, but I'm also jealous that he has a job and I don't. I haven't had a temp assignment in two weeks. I have a job interview with The Evil Empire* on Tuesday morning. Hope that goes well. I'm also thinking I should get a second job, maybe something with tips (that means food service--yikes). So this leaves me wth a problem: I didn't get a paycheck yesterday and I won't get one on the 9th. If Michelle doesn't come through with a temp assignment next week, I won't get one on the 16th either. I have the bare minimum Christmas shopping done, but I still need gifts for Perrin and Lincoln on their birthdays (the 18th and the 26th, respectively). Of the 120 squares required for the blanket I wanted to knit for Lincoln, I have knitted one. I have frogged** a dozen or so. As I told my Dad this afternoon, it may end up as a pillowcase or something. Oh, and a sidenote: my dad has liability insurance on his apartment, which is going to make Rhonda's murder much less risky*** *Intermountain Healthcare, the outfit that owns Cottonwood Hospital, where I quit in May **knitter code for destroyed ***just kidding
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