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I don't have much exciting to write about, but I thought it was time to update. So here's a little sampling of the thoughts I've had today:

• YAY I'm going to NYC next week
• OMG I'm going to NYC next week and there is going to be SOOOO much work waiting for me when I get back to the office
• My boyfriend's boss SUCKS ASS because he won't give him even one afternoon off so that I can surprise him (the boyfriend, not the boss) with a birthdayboy Caribbean weekend cruise
• Watermelon is sooooooooo good!
• YAY we're home this weekend, for the first weekend in what feels like... EVER. Of course next weekend Chulo's coming up to meet me in NY and the weekend after we're in Orlando, so it's a short-lived YAY but YAY all the same
• Lush soap rocks
• My feet have been swelling like balloons lately and I have no clear idea why. The swelling goes down if I wear sneakers, but that's not really a viable option at work, so I've taken to walking around in the mornings with my underwear and sneakers as I get ready. I'm pretty sure that Chulo thinks I'm a madwoman
• I NEED to start working out again. Like, badly
• YAY I finally hired a cleaning service and they are coming this weekend. This place is a disaster area, mainly because we're NEVER here long enough to clean it... only long enough to dirty it
• Chulo is trying to turn me into a Nip/Tuck fan, but I'm fighting it. Mostly because they cut people open and there's blood. Ew.
• I miss my parents
• I think I might vote Republican in the Florida gubernatorial race, now that it's certain that Tom Gallagher won't be the conservative candidate. I need to do some more research, but that Charlie Crist seems like an ok sorta guy
• When oh WHEN will it bloody stop raining? It's depressing. AND it makes it too easy to say ... eh, let's not go out walking tonight
• I don't believe I will ever be able to give up chocolate. Not ever.
• I'm going to lose my mind if I don't find a replacement for my home office compliance manager soon. There's way too much work to be done for me to indulge his lacksadaisical work ethic much longer. And the worst part? I feel like an age-ist for saying so. But the truth is he's a throwback from another era where managers sat around, chewed the fat with the brokers and read the paper, then went home at 4.
• Chulo literally just said "get over here so I can bite you!" to me. No offense to you guys, but... yeah, I'll be going now.

Happy Tuesday, blogworld!