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Forgetful Friday is actually being finished on Monday...

And how fitting, really.

Let's make a list .... because really, who doesn't love lists?

1. first of all, it's been a hella long week. (last week)

2. I had dinner with a few friends Thursday night. Travis made lasagna. It was a simple evening hanging out, tucked under the coffee table watching dirty jobs from behind a heaping plate of mouth-watery goodness. And honestly, I couldn't have asked for more.

3. My sister's neighbor, Johnnie, really wants to see a beach, have a BBQ, and ride roller coasters before he leaves Gainesville for good. (he's a grad student from Denmark). We're working on figuring out the logistics of these things. He leaves at the end of the month, so we're going to have a busy May.

4. Tonight I'm going to karaoke with Susan and Johnnie. He promised he'd sing. I'm eager to witness that.

5. There's a shuttle launch about to happen here and from my office -- one of the perks of living in central Florida -- you can see it taking off. I'm looking forward to that.

6. My friend Traci is getting married in July. I'm her MOH and it's all getting very nerve-wracking. I'm pretty sure I'm the least stressed of all involved, and I'm about as frazzled as I've ever been, so I can imagine how she and her mom are handling things.

7. I started a project at the beginning of the year called 365 Photography Project. Sometime last month I quit participating and I feel really badly about that. I'm aiming to get back into it today because I'm going through all the photos I took over the weekend. =] Here's hoping.

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