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Am feeling surprisingly not dead considering how much I didn't sleep last night. Me and H were good, were in bed by just after 1, however neither of us had much luck sleeping. I mostly laid on the couch and listened to the cats fighting. Work could be interesting this evening. And by interesting I mean I may pass out at the register. Having to be in for an 8am meeting and then working the closing shift just doesn't seem right.

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My phone is supposed to tell me when someone's calling me when I'm talking to someone else, I think. And yet it didn't and thus I just missed Navy boy because I called H for two seconds. No cookies phone, none at all.