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... for, "fuck me." Figuratively, of course. Today, my annual illness started to kick in. I took some drugs, but still... I felt like I had a temperature at a few points. I was groggy and unhappy. And then some things really went to shit with going to court tomorrow. Thankfully, I won't have to, but some of the attendant circumstances had to be dealt with. And in another case, the motion got rejected AGAIN for maybe the 3rd time for some BS reason after sitting on it for over a fucking week. Bitches. At that point, I felt like walking around the office and mumbling "fuck me." Figuratively, of course. Well, I got some time off so I can have a travel day to get home on both the front and back end of the holiday, so that's good. And today I bought a smokin' dress for the new year - it's a floor-length slinky pour of purple velvet with a beaded design. It's very sexy. Now I just need to make sure I use it! My initial new year's plans fell through and I'm now without friend to go out. I think I know where I want to go, but... we'll see. I may just go out by myself if I have to, and attempt to make new friends. Sigh. Oh, and the strike wasn't so horrible today going home for me - all the trains stopped in Harlem and the service in the Bronx is apparently working, but with some long lines. It's worse on the LIRR. I feel so sorry for anyone in Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island, and Long Island.