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Hello there! (Terrible. Pretend that this line isn't here.)

I'm currently at the office, trying to plot another day of leave this week, which, when approved, would mean that I'll only be a hardworking employee for two days (today counted). This is my aunt's birthday week, and my other aunt is coming home, too, so it's gonna be a fun family week for all of us (fingers crossed, I don't wanna jinx myself). I tried to play party planner a few weeks back, doing Skype and phone calls simultaneously (which also led me to finally use my planner). Unfortunately, because of probable screw-ups, I believe we will be following Plan B (or worse, something totally unplanned). But whatever, what matters is that we'll be complete this weekend. Yay!

Our weather can be really annoying, if it isn't already. One moment it's raining like all the gods are crying and then an hour later, it's as if the rain never came. And we are nothing but cranky buttheads because remember when all we did was complain because of the summer heat just a month ago? Our mood swings, as well as the weather's, are worse than PMS. Again, whatever. Take everything that's given to us, we'll survive.

I wish there'd be one week per year where all operations will halt and everyone will enjoy a very, very long week(end) doing practically nothing. It is impossible and wouldn't even happen in a thousand years, but I want to wallow in my own illusions. I'd probably just stay in bed, as I always do, and watch every series there is in television history. That's it. I'm boring. And fat. And I don't care.

**insert a million happy smileys here**