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7 January I have a sore throat. The last thing that I have time for right now is sickness, but I guess my body is rebelling over going from 70º to 40º in one day and not getting enough sleep. Well, at least tomorrow is the weekend, because if I tried to take a sick day, I think The Raccoon would pull my still beating heart out of my chest and crush it in her hand before my fading eyes.
My first day back was okay, though I thought that all of the bills that we didn't pay in December would be paid right away in January, like we have done in other years, but not this year! Not with Linus as the CFO! Nope, our new motto is: The Company That Must Not Be Named: We Never Pay!
O, I'm getting so good at this online auction thing! So far I have only lost three auctions, all but one because I let them go. The first was for a Green Mile press kit, because I had forgotten what time I was supposed to swoop back and bid at the last second, but it was cool because there were another several auctions of the same item to choose from. The other two, the ones that I let go, were a new DVD of The Negotiator that was bid up over what they charge at Amazon (I won another one that was a good deal cheaper) and a used video of Inside Moves that I wasn't really all that much interested in paying more than $35 for, out of print or no! The latter I'm in another auction for, but the other mistake I made was not swooping in late enough--six minutes gave the guy plenty of time to swoop back and outbid me. I've gotta start leaving it to 2 minutes, but I don't want to risk having to bid several times and the clock running out.
A short, bleary-eyed, snuffling entry. I really am awfully sorry, but my brains are stuffed with sausages. Or moist towelettes. Or confetti. Something hard to think through, you understand.
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