one hundred sixty-eight hours

in the space of a mere seven days, starting on the eleventh december, i took on yet another project at work [i now manage nine simultaneously], visited a new salon for a new hair-do, started and finished my christmas shopping for this year, wrapped, shipped and confirmed delivery of all of the gifts [santa baby, take notes!], cleaned the pool, had five great work-outs, went out three nights in a row, drank no less than thirty-five cocktails, handed out at least twenty-five of other people's dollars in tips to strippers ['tis the season of giving!], turned thirty-five, washed my car, baked a prize-winning pumpkin pie, pleasured myself no less than a thousand times, drove to austin for the concert of the band of one of my former high-school classmates [can you say 'hottie'?!], drove back home with a numbing hang-over, and graduated from one-on-one therapy. that leaves just one thing on my new year's resolution list: find a new place to live. i should have that done by february.

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