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: I can have hot dogs whenever I want them, because I bought some at the store. Well, actually, I guess I can have ten hot dogs whenever I want them, because that's how many there are in a package. Except that I ate two, and gave one to Gretel, so there's only seven left. And come to think of it, there's only eight buns in a package, and I ate two (Gretel doesn't need a bun). So I can have six hot dogs whenever I want them!

Wow, that's more math than I've done in a year. Unless you count mentally converting pounds to dollars (meh--I haven't *really* done that in over a year, so no, I guess it doesn't count) or subtracting 25% off.

Tonks has become a wild boy. He leaves early in the morning and comes home late at night (I sometimes wonder if he would come home at all if I didn't go outside before bed with the kitty treat box, calling him) and wanders the town all day and night. We're getting him fixed, so hopefully that will solve his behavioural impusles.

I have a Mary Kay thing tonight. Hopefully I'll make lots of money so I can pay Jennie back for the June bills. And maybe, you know, have more than $11 in my banking accounts. If not, at least I'll get rid of some samples.

eating a hot dog: Today while doing my hair I found three white hairs. Three. THREE! I'll tell you what this means: 1. I am getting old. (I've already started using day solution to combat wrinkles. Yes, I have wrinkles too!) 2. I am going to have to start dying my hair (I actually wanted to do this anyway, for a bit of red).

Hot dogs are good.


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