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The little men who camped out in my throat throwing daggers and spears have seemed to have packed it up and moved out. Maybe it was the gallon of orange juice I showered them with in a 24-hour period. Who knows...whatever it might be, the important thing is that they are moving out. Bastards!

Also, work has increased and I am now making some bank! I am hoping they see my rock star ability when it comes to cranking out documents and assign the entire work center to just me - right now I share it with another gal and she's out. More work always makes me feel better in every way. I cannot stand not making enough. I have always been very independent, taking care of myself, and making my own money. It kills a little piece of me when I'm not pulling enough in and I have to see the big guy with a worried cringe on his face while looking at the checkbook.

Things are looking up!