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Today, a conglomeration of Little Things are getting under my skin. The algae in the fish tank, and why it won't go away. The rust flakes and dog hair that are apparently clogging up our plumbing and making laundry a leaky impossibility. The MONEY that we'll have to spend fixing that problem. The repairman in our house, period. Even though he's as nice as can be. Bug fiddling with the wires on my computer, or the clean diapers in the bassinet, or the mole on my back, or N.Lo's hair on his head, and not listening when I tell her to stop. N.Lo being hungry hungry hungry. The dogs staring staring staring, and constantly underfoot. Oldnavy.com refusing to load on my computer, no matter how many different ways I fiddle with the cookie settings. And now Flash player being an enigma and shutting down my browser. And Mozilla being at least as dumb as Internet Explorer. HOURS spent messing with computer settings, to no avail, and all I want to do is buy J.Lo some PANTS. Spit-up everywhere. Dirty, soaked towels from the aforementioned leaky laundry, everywhere. Desire to eat nothing but chocolate. Must eat something other than chocolate. Dust falling from the ceiling fan. Dustballs everywhere. Must dust, but don't feel like dusting. That is all.