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We were sitting on the couch, ready to watch Gilmore Girls, and then realized it was pre-empted by a 2-hour season finale of another show. So we went and saw Star Wars.

So basically what everybody else has been saying has been right - it was the best of the three, but it was nowhere near great. The "NOOOOOOOO!" scene made us laugh. Go dialogue.

We didn't get home and in bed until 11:30, and apparently Cory didn't fall asleep until 1. I conked out pretty quickly, though. Not quickly enough - I could go back and have another hour of sleep. But it's almost workie time!

It feels like Friday. That's what I get for going to a movie on Tuesday night.

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I love the morning of a really hot day. It's had all night to cool off from the day before and it's fresh and comfortable. Yesterday wasn't really all that hot, but today is supposed to reach about 90. Too hot for me. Weren't we just complaining of the rain? (I wasn't.)

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I'm so so glad I got these new job responsibilities and that nobody was hired to take over the reception duties, because it's only 9:40 and I HAVE NOTHING TO DO! It's so frustrating! I have no idea what's going to happen next week when Patti's gone. I'm tempted to just call in sick or something.

So, what are YOU doing for Memorial Day weekend?

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The temperature sign down the road says it's 85. Or it did when I went by after lunch today. It's breezy, though, which is nice, except for all the dust. We're at the end of a gravel road, and there's tons of gravel all over the place - except there isn't a lot of gravel left and it's more just dirt. Which is turning into dust now that it's sunny out, and the dust is blowing all over the place. On my walk with my boss this morning I came back with gritty teeth. My printer is under the window and it has a layer of grit on it (that can't be good for it). And every night when I go home I have brown boogers.

I feel bad for the guys who have to work out in the mill - hot day, hot machinery, sun beating down on some of 'em, and most of them have to wear long sleeves or heavy leather aprons to protect themselves from the wood they're constantly handling.

I guess I'm lucky I'm an office girl.