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Yesterday was hell. I haven't thrown up in probably seven or eight years, but I had a nasty nasty 24 hour bug yesterday that certainly changed that. I was just glad I woke up okay this morning (yesterday and today are my days off this week), because I picked up an admin shift for one of our admins who had a funeral this morning.

It's been an interesting weekend so far. Wednesday was pretty good at work--we had a rather large dinner for a Wednesday night...all the people going out who didn't want to go out Thursday for Valentine's Day. Thursday was terrible! Our KM only scheduled five guys to cook, and one of them he scheduled had requested the day off for an appointment. Obviously that was our KM's screw-up, so we had to cover it...which we didn't. So, we had four guys cooking through a few $1000-$1500 hours (we do those on Fridays and Saturdays with eight or nine guys cooking). Obviously, this meant that I spent about three hours cooking grill...in a skirt. ha. After I got out I ran home and took a shower and changed (because I smelled like burgers and you could probably wring me out I had so much grease absorbed into my skin), and we grabbed a late bite to eat (I worked 12-10). I woke up early yesterday morning so ungodly sick.

Anyway...the bright point to Thursday...Dan sent me a dozen long-stemmed red roses at work! I got to work a little before noon and walked into a very large flower box in the office...

Pictures!

I cut the stem off one and put it in my hair for the day:


This is what the poor thing looked like after a third of my shift was spent cooking:


Okay...I've already been up too long today after yesterday's debacle. Naptime.

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I forgot how heartbreaking this movie is, and just why it's one of my absolute favorites. The first time I saw it was my junior year of college, less than a year after Dan and I had started dating. I didn't even get through the first twenty minutes before I nearly lost it and almost couldn't keep watching. It was so beautiful, though, that I had to. Not to mention, I never would have heard the end of it if I had to stop watching just because it just hurt too much to imagine losing Dan like that.

Is that kind of an occupational hazard of soul mates? One's not much without the other?

I guess this is why it's been so long since I last watched it. I'm only not a wreck right now because I'm also doing laundry and typing on this and keeping myself otherwise occupied.

-Sometimes when you win, you lose.
-Sometimes when we lose, we win.

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I want it all, as long as it's with you.

For anybody who hasn't read the novel:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/What_Dreams_May_Come

And the movie:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/What_Dreams_May_Come_%28film%29

Edit: Speaking of heartbreaking movies that I can't handle watching...now I have my Lost in Translation DVD in, and the previews are playing. Have any of you seen 21 Grams? Brilliant movie that I will never be able to watch ever ever again because it just hurts too much.

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