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I tried -- I really did -- to plan stuff so I could get up at 8:30 this morning and get coffee. I went to bed before midnight, set my alarm, and at 8:30 I sat up . . . looked around, and promptly went back to sleep. And woke up at 11.

I fail at self-discipline *sigh* Ah well. The day is still young.

I feel I should write something, or draw, or I don't know. Get out my bike and bike a little, to make myself feel better about all this driving I've been doing. Well, except that I'm sore from karate last night. I'll start with some lunch, though.

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I've now driven around the neighborhood twice without hitting any parked cars or pedestrians, or being hit by any trucks, and I've gone out by the airport, taken the car up to 35 mph, and avoided being hit by any semis or cars, and hitting any bikers (narrowly, on a couple occasions. Er. But always avoided!).

I begin to see a little bit why people consider driving such fun, but I'm still more nervous behind the wheel than I am enjoying myself. I want to live somewhere with decent public transit. Or where I can bike year-round, that'd work too. Or both!

In other news, heaven save me from my hormones. *facepalm* The guy who played Benedick in the West production is in the summer program I'm interning for. He's one of those attractive-and-knows-it, inveterately flirtatious manhos (he'd use the term to describe himself, I have no doubt, so I have no qualms using it) that I have a terrible tendency to fall head over heels in crush over. And I get to spend all of July seeing him every day.

I'm torn between giggling gleefully like a schoolgirl, and groaning in horror. Either way, it'll be a fun July.

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