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Ugghh... =(

So today I pulled something I thought I'd NEVER do.

I've put so much pressure on myself lately... the kind I used to before I found out I had lupus... I've wanted to prove to myself that I could still hack this kind of stuff... get a TON done in a handful of days.

I can... BUT with the help of (the clincher!) two, yep TWO, Full Throttles... and in a matter of hours.  *sigh*

Granted, since DST I haven't gotten more than 4-5 hours sleep a night... so normally I think I could've accomplished all I have without that extra crap (yes, it's crap!) in my system.

I blasted a few of my old Evanescence CD's and buzzed (literally) all over the place.

Brought back some fond memories of the year (think it was 2007) when I dragged my family off to see Amy Lee at Boise Centre on the Grove and the kids from school my girls ran into who'd say "we can't believe you got your parents to come to this concert?", to which S and A would reply "uhh, it was my mom who made us come"... LOL!

I'd forgotten how much Evanescence always gets me going... weird, since their music's pretty dark and dismal and I'm normally a Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell 'Ain't no Mountain High Enough' kind of girl.

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