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Last night Non and I went to our last "Judaism 101" class. We had a model seder, which was my first seder -- model or not. It was neat, and I got to be the one to go open the door for Elijah while we all sang some rousing song in Hebrew.

As fun as my life has been this past week, I'm tired. Work is constantly at hyper speed -- AND I'm still doing two jobs because the replacement receptionist they hired bailed after only two days. I only get one day a week to sleep in (Saturday morning), and people, my sleeping in time is precious. I'd buy stock in it, for real. So tonight, I have to figure out a way to get out of doing make-up for a high school production of "Little Shop of Horrors." Now, don't be alarmed, I won't be leaving them high and dry. One of my co-workers has been the make-up lady for years there, and once she got wind of my past make-up life, she asked if I wanted to pitch in. Of course, this was WEEKS ago -- pre-promotion, pre-engagement, when I knew the meaning of "down time". I don't want to disappoint her, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. And tonight, I gotta sit around on my ass and look at bridal magazines.