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Today was a typical Monday. I set the alarm to go off at 5:30. Unfortunately it was set for 5:30 PM. Thankfully I have a tendency to wake up automatically at 6:45. It�s really annoying on the weekends but it was very useful this morning. I zoomed around the apartment, Zoe running after me. I managed to get to work by 7:30. An hour late, but who�s counting. I get swamped with work, as usual; I eat lunch at my desk. A sandwich and a bowl of cantaloupe, then I work some more. I love my job!

I was thinking about what would happen if all of the band members lived together. Like the dudes from Incubus. It would be fun the first day, then we would probably all kill each other. If we survived three weeks, then my PMS power would destroy us all. Ya, I�m the PMS queen. The only one who could probably tolerate me is Benny, and well he just ignores me. Smart man. I would eat them all for dinner. First BJ, because, well he�s BJ. Enough said. Then I think I would eat Lane, for the simple fact that I�m jealous of his guitar abilities. I would find it as an affront to me, and eat him. Then I would snack on Bill and Smurf. The reason I put them together is because they are kind of a pair. Like buffalo wings and ranch dressing. You could eat them separately, but what is the fun in that? Ya, I�m a bitch that way, but only for like three days, then I�m back to my adorable self. It�s like Gizmo in the Grimlins. I�m really sweet, but I transform into something really mean. The funny thing is I try so hard to me nice and sensible around them, but I let myself slip once (at the Circle Tap) and now they are wary. Like mice, when they notice the cute little kitten has claws.