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And here it is another gorgeous day in Boston - the sun is shining, there's an ever-so-gentle breeze blowing, and not a cloud in sight. Of course I'm going to run at least ten miles today or get lost in Dover all afternoon with Mac!

Reality check.

Actually I'm putting on my big girl clothes and heading to the hospital until tonight.
I should have appreciated days like today more when I was younger and my biggest concern was which materials I was going to construct my backyard fort out of. I feel completely robbed.
This further supports my life-plan to be an extremely educated, extremely smart woman with loads of potential and prestigious job opportunities...who becomes disgustingly wealthy by inventing something completely useless that everyone in the world thinks they need, opens a free clinic in the middle of nowhere, works part time rolling on the floor with little babies, brings her dogs to work, and spends the majority of her days running and biking around the western United States. Days like today don't come around very often, and no good comes from spending them inside.

Now. Off to my tiny, spandex filled closet to immerse myself in the painstaking process of finding an outfit that looks halfway decent. One that says, "I'm relaxed and like to be comfortable, but I'm here for business. Also, I didn't try very hard today...but you wouldn't know 'cause I look like straight money."

Harder than it sounds. Really.

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