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What Am I Doing?

I have no idea. I'm almost done with the current project and by the time it is done I'll have learned four new formats. This client is easy to work with so I think I can stay with her for a while, that is if she has consistent work available. This project is supposed to end on Tuesday. There are still three articles to do that I don't have the subjects for just yet but should have them shortly.

In the meantime I'm continuing to clean house. There are some cleaners that I need to use up. I'm not sure why I bought them, they aren't what I prefer at all. I mean the smell the comes from this makes me a bit sick to my stomach, gives me a headache and dizziness. Hint to those of you that make dish detergent, laundry supplies and the various other cleaners you attempt to program us that we need have way too much perfume in them. If I wanted everything to smell like perfume I'd buy a bottle of my choice and use it on them.

On the bright side spray bottle tops will fit in a one quart vinegar bottle so it can be used as a spray bottle in the event that yours breaks. 

Well, my next article is here, an old format with a new name. I'll be back later to ramble on. 

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