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I’m so very tired. I’ve been seriously screwed in the sleep department for the last two weeks. I actually slept until noon on Sunday, until Esteban woke me up. I rarely sleep past 8 on weekends. He was starting to think something was wrong with me. But I’ve been staying up late, revising my manuscript for grad school applications. I still haven’t heard back from my undergrad advisor about writing recommendations and most of the applications are due on Monday. I’m just going to have to send them in and hope that she’ll get them done and faxed this weekend. I can’t think of anything else to do. But hopefully by this weekend, I’ll be able to get some sleep. And sleep. And sleep. And put up the Christmas tree and lights and write cards and wrap presents and drink Tom & Jerry’s until I start doing my Marilyn Monroe impression for Esteban. Something about hot brandy nog drinks always make me want to live in the 50’s and wear red lipstick and bullet bras and shag with wild Cold War abandon. But maybe that’s just me.