Can't find a post (auughh! the irony.). Let me try to recreate:

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Nope, can't do it. Basically, I bitched about my stomach being upset ALL NIGHT LONG after dinner with EDS at the Cheesecake Factory, and how the frou-drink I had last night (which was essentially a strawberry milkshake loaded with Ketel-1. very out of character for me. *ahem*) packed a greater punch than I thought it did. Then, a recap of things that have happened in the last little while but have been lost in the fray since Tuesday. Here, in short form:

-Boy has a tremendous crush on Heather, which would send me into flaming fits of jealousy if I didn't have a crush on her myself.

Then the Psd to HTML or PSD to CSS conversion is carried out by hard coding the image to fit into HTML frames or layers

-I had a dream that my company had gone from being in the business of incredibly expensive hawaiian shirts and silk pants to being in the business of incredibly expensive weaponry and armed personnel transport. Lucio, our loving CEO, had turned into an oversexed arms dealer, with a passel of Dobermans to complete the effect. I played a barmaid in the oceanside town where Lucio's "compound" was located (see, that's funny, because we don't call our stores "stores", we call them "compounds". Heh. Get it? Funny.), and I smoked menthol 100's. I was trapped in the "compound", and I was hiding, because who wants to get caught trespassing on the grounds of an oversexed italian arms dealer's property? The whole house was covered in horrible bamboo furniture, a nightmare straight out of the Sims House Party. Very disturbing.

-Whoa. A car just screamed past the window (the spare bedroom/office/laundry room looks out over the street.) doing at least 40 mph (our little one lane practically an alley houses rilly rilly close street's speed limit is 15mph), in reverse. Scary.

-Whoops, there it goes again, in the other direction--still in reverse. Stop that, mister driver-man, please. I'm very protective of this window since the Dynamite-Through-The-Window Incident. Very protective.

-Someone has GOT to find us a remedy for spiders, tout suite, s'il vous plait. They are taking over our house. I found one yesterday practically the size of my fist, IN OUR BED--just waiting to devour me. Or Boy, who was soundly asleep like the sweetest Boy he is. I screamed like a little girly-man-girl and made him dispose of it. Found one last night in the bathroom, attempting to suck the life from me. And by "attempting to suck the life from me", I do, of course, mean "drowning in the sink". Still, this has got to stop. I'd forgotten that spiders were a part of lakefront-cottage-living.

And now, a bowl of cereal and the Sims. Though I should be going in to work. It's busy. I feel bad for not going.

No, I don't. Ha!