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Here is my very first Treo blog, and thus it will probably be very short. These keys are miniscule but ah, if you could just see how precious my little friend is. I may end up eliminating punctuation and caps if I can't grow accustomed. 

This will be perfect for writing poetry, though, since I spend more time thinking than writing. 

Or maybe I will have to learn some fashionable shorthand- it's about time I got hip on my abbreviations. 

So I am @lunch, wishing I'd brought a book... 

Wondering if it really pays to grow up... 

Thinking on my new favorite hottie anime singer... 

Which would be my very own husband. Sigh... 

Wondering if I will ever see him again for more than a 30 min interval... 

 I hope we can do something fun this weekend... 

Go to the zoo... 

And good lord I want to see my freaking BJDs. 

And my cat is a mess, throws up in a new spot every day. He's listless and depressed... Last night I came home and he was sitting on the couch waiting for me with the saddest face. And when I tried to pet him, he bit me and cried. I hope he's going to pull through. 

If I get a chance later, I'll have to include my poem "Night Shift." It's so boring to write a poem about real life, I know...
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