Plans for the evening:
1. Pump some breastmilk. Incidentally, the iPod touch pad suggested the word "pimp" while I was typing "pump," which I think is really damn funny. Maybe I will pimp some breastmilk.
2. Half-heartedly watch who gets booted from American Idol (probably Brooke).
3. Read my book, The Mists of Avalon. It's 800 pages, so I have much to do.
4. Contemplate my choice of clothing for the upcoming job fair. It's not looking good people. Ass is too fat for work clothes, but does not intend to stay that way. Why don't we all wear those lovely empire-waisted dresses like Jane Austen did?
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