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Sunday, Dahling, get me an eclair I'm tired. Oh, I'm tired. And the week hasn't even started yet. There's just so much stuff to do, now that I actually have a place to move into on Wednesday. I have to start Web Development training this week, dash back to the office tomorrow on my lunch break and see if my check has actually arrived, cash it if possible and get a money order made for my first month's rent, go up to Wallace Manor after class and drop off the money order, sign my lease, get the keys, go shopping and pick up necessary things like dishes, lamps, an alarm clock, an air mattress (since I don't know when my stuff will be delivered), price big things like a TV and a bed, see if I can afford smaller things like a vacuum, and generally run around like a chicken with its head cut off. And yet, I still managed to do some wordage. Not nearly enough to meet the day's limit, I grant you, and I'm falling behind on the challenge, but I do have a few other things that need to get done this week. I'm only 3,000 words behind at this point -- I can catch up on the weekend, if necessary.
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