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Blah, blah, blah. That's about how I feel. I can't seem to get myself together and moving towards a better place. I'm sick of work. Just sick of it. I can hardly stand the thought of another phone conference call in which I try to do therapy and provide something meaningful. Thank goodness Jared and I fly to Utah at the crack of dawn on Saturday. I only have to make it through two more days of work. Praise all things holy. I don't know that I've ever been in such desperate need of a break. I will miss Scout. However, she has chewed up part of the carpet by the front door. Ugh. And I can't get my food on track. I'm great during the day and then just kinda falls apart at night. I'm so thankful that the holidays are over. It was a tough run of food from Halloween to Thanksgiving to Christmas to New Year's. It's one of those times where I can't figure out what I want to do. I don't want to be at work and then I get restless at home. I feel a bit depressed right now and perhaps inadequate. I'm glad that I will get nephew love next week. The nephews think I'm unfailingly awesome and that's comforting to be around.