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Laura joining you from her parent's house where she initially was mooching off their laundry and is now mooching off of their dinner (in my defense, mom asked me if I wanted to stay, and chicken sounded better than sandwich or whatever that is I have in the freezer again). This is the last of my six days off, and I am officially depressed about that. It helps that there's only two work days to get through, but I was looking forward to my time off and now it's pretty much over. Unless, you know everyone magically gets cured of their diseases and they say I can go home. And still pay me, of course.

I really should devise a system of Laura points. It would bore you to death and keep me busy on the slow days of work, so really it's a win-win situation for me. So now I have two days of work, a weekend where I have just about nothing to do for the first time in awhile (anyone want to hang out? I am literally free all weekend). I could go for some volleyball, bowling or a margarita right about now. And out.