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Excuses

...so it's been over 7 days since I've written anything...

I am excusing myself due to the fact that I cut off a small piece of my finger off last Saturday night [9/24]. Nothing major, mostly just the fat and skin, but I completely cut it off! Of course I still went to work 2 hours later. Being the new girl who just got off orientation means you should probably be a team player and suck up the fact that your finger is bandaged and bloody and just go help them babies!

Of course, I later realized it wasn't the best to be working under those conditions, but I made do.

I'm writing this without my left pointer finger, and let me tell you -- it's so hard not to push the keys with my injured finger. 

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I'm currently reading two books: How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents and The Line of the Sun. 

I'm not the best at finishing books, so telling you all that I'm reading these two books will hopefully motivate me to get reading!

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Yesterday I had an encouraging conversation with the only Hispanic male in my church (that sentence hurts). I also had an encouraging conversation with a group of ladies from my church that was great and healing, too. More to come on that...

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