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[sunshine_queen]

My joy at having done my laundry (clean clothes! whee!) is hampered by the fact that I lost my first sock. This is the first sock that I myself have sacrificed to That Which Eats A Sole Sock, and it was a fuzzy blue one that I wore when it was cold. It matched the blue robe my mom bought me when we went to Paris. I will miss that sock.

Today I had the worst headache of my life during my Spanish exam. I think I did decently, but seeing as I bombed every one of the three exams I took last week, who knows! Oh, Academia, you are a constant challenge.

I went to mass with Paige today to get ashed. For Lent I gave up everything that is delicious that isn't also nutritionally sound. Like raspberry fruit leather. Forty calories for a tangy fruity strip of deliciousness. And if it isn't awesome, don't say anything, or I won't have anything to live for.

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[bel-baggins.livejournal.com]

Your lost sock will likely show up unexpectedly, perhaps when you are moving out, and you find smashed into the carpet under your dresser. Socks that Go Missing During Laundry is one of life's greatest Mysteries, I think. :p

[sunshine-queen.livejournal.com]

... Or like last night, when I went to put on my jacket, and it was in the sleeve! Oh, happy day!