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Wow.

Look what happens when your friends guilt you (in a good way) to joining the 21st Century: You find out you joined almost two years ago and forgot about it. Either I'm a trend setter or am going insane. You pick.

So...here I am. I'm avoiding homework, which is becoming my newest hobby - and I'm very good at it. My final is due Friday. I have plenty of time. Hours. And, thanks to the birthday party last week, a few bottles of wine. With wine and hours, if I can't pull out a comparison between tainted corned beef and New Orleans' levee breaks, no one can.

Alright. Here I am. Again.
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Christina said…
I just about fell off my chair, in a good way :) I could so see this being me -- forgetting about the blog!

Anything written with wine involved will likely get my attention. And just so you know I am not some random person, I got here from Tami's blog. I'll check back again soon.
March 4, 2009 at 11:39 AM
wyowedls said…
Yah! I love your musings!
March 4, 2009 at 7:22 PM
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