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	<title>Comments on: Confessions</title>
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	<description>Everyone has a story.  I happen to have a million and can&#039;t shut up about it.</description>
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		<title>By: Laurie</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Aug 2012 09:12:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[When I was pregnant with Hyrum, I would sit on the couch and fart around online for four, six, seven hours a day. There were times I would look at the oven timer and think, &quot;If I go set that baby for fifteen minutes, the dishes will get done or laundry will get folded or this horrible squalorly mess I&#039;ve created will at least have a sizeable dent in it.&quot;

Then I would sit on my butt for another hour and studiously ignore the oven timer, though it was looking me in the eye and taunting me. &quot;You can&#039;t even GET UP OFF THE COUCH to turn on the timer to flog you into achieving some menial housework? You are a lamesauce human being.&quot; 

This is what I imagine is happening to you when you are fearing Microsoft Word. Take heart.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was pregnant with Hyrum, I would sit on the couch and fart around online for four, six, seven hours a day. There were times I would look at the oven timer and think, &#8220;If I go set that baby for fifteen minutes, the dishes will get done or laundry will get folded or this horrible squalorly mess I&#8217;ve created will at least have a sizeable dent in it.&#8221;</p>
<p>Then I would sit on my butt for another hour and studiously ignore the oven timer, though it was looking me in the eye and taunting me. &#8220;You can&#8217;t even GET UP OFF THE COUCH to turn on the timer to flog you into achieving some menial housework? You are a lamesauce human being.&#8221; </p>
<p>This is what I imagine is happening to you when you are fearing Microsoft Word. Take heart.</p>
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