A couple of computer crises made the newsletter for my nonprofit group an adventure this week. The beautiful thing is that I do that work as a volunteer, but my responsibilities as a paid employee kick into high gear once we send the beast to the printer. That week of hell each month culminates in two Saturday meetings held in dusty rooms that trigger my allergies. During the 4-5-hour ordeal I'm expected to give four written/oral reports (two as a volunteer, and two as the office manager).

I generally stay at my mother's place those Friday nights, so I can get into the office earlier on meeting mornings. Under the best conditions this means I sleep a bit more than if I had stayed in the Pasadena area. Under the worst conditions it doesn't work because her dog chews up the couch I'm sleeping on, and that disturbs me in the night.

And by the time I leave the Center on those Saturday afternoons my mind has often turned into whatever that stuff is they make Vienna sausages out of.

It's like that now. I'm tired, but content, in that sicko feminine codependent way.

[Yeah. I end sentences with prepositions; ya wanna make something of it? I mean, is there something you would like to make it into?]

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