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2002-06-26 - 2:35 a.m.

chris and i just watched being john malkovich. i love that movie. it's nice. so i'm crossing my fingers in a big way about tomorrow. the more i think about leah and i living in an apartment together, the more it feels like i'm going away to summer camp. that's okay with me. to think of oxford as summer camp. i have this bad feeling that i'm not going to like the people there anymore than i like the people here. but i'm going to try to keep an open mind. i'm contemplating the bottle of wine in the basement. shouldn't. shouldn't.

okay so at work we're doing this thing that is commonly known as christmas in july. time to talk in the third person. abbey does not like christmas in july. abbey didn't enjoy the fucking stuffed monkeys dressed up in christmas gear the first fucking time she had to endure their presence for three months of the "christmas season". abbey thinks christmas belongs in the month of december. end third person rant.

setting up for this occasion made me especially grumpy because i had the hangover from hell. it was bad. i do feel fairly comfortable with my coworkers, but i still have not gotten to the point where i can just say, "i'm fucking hungover bitches". i could probably say that to maura cause she's a hip girl, but i don't think the rest of the hancock's crew would be okay with that. so i usually say something like, "i had a late night last night". and they all nod knowingly. oh god i just ran out of mints.

mom and i just looked at the moon. we stared at it until it glowed so bright that it burned a big yellow spot in my eye. and mom and i aren't so different. listening to dressy bessy.

baah