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I would opt for this in a heartbeat: Utah switched to a four-day week last year primarily to save money on electricity, gasoline and other energy expenses. The change affected 17,000 state employees, who now work 10 hours a day, four days a week.

Another lifetime ago, I went to a Romanovsky and Philips concert. I think I deserve a Super Gold Card Fag Hag Membership for that. Anyway, I went to this concert, and afterward, I stood in line for autographs (whatever happened to that CD, anyway?). While Paul Phillips signed his name, I mentioned that I hoped to be reincarnated as a gay man because I wanted a partner with a sense of humor and some dance skills. He said he wanted to be reincarnated as lesbian because he wanted a partner with good politics. This memory surfaced when I mentioned in someone's LJ how I would consider reincarnating as an adorable gay boy so I'd have a chance with Joe, whom you might remember from my post, here. I mean, really. Between that level of adorableness and someone with "good politics"? It's a tough call, people.

At some point in the last six weeks, I lost my motivation to do anything but the bare minimum of what it takes to get by. At anything. I haven't exercised regularly in a month. My eating habits are abominable. I feel gross and stupid and fat.

Lately, every time I schedule a casual social engagement, I find out about something else going on for that day or evening that's an event--like a birthday party or an art show. It's happened at least five times in the past couple weeks. I don't like to cancel previous engagements. But I feel bad for missing one-time-only things.

Last night I slept for almost eight hours. That was good. Better than good. Wonderful.

I'm pretty sure I'm depressed right now. The B-complex vitamins are not boosting my energy level. See above paragraph re: "Motivation."

Spring Break is only a little over two weeks away, but that seems like forever at the moment.

I haven't even done my taxes yet, and that's crazy. I always have them done before the end of February. What is wrong with me and why can't I get over it, already. Please don't bother answering that. It was rhetorical.

Thanks to info from middnightclear, I now get to look forward to Saturday's fabulous weather. Great. Thank you. I guess I'll be staying in all weekend.

Pah.

Thank gods for good friends. And booze.