What a miserable post that last one was. I shouldn't write when I'm sick. I should self-medicate and keep my mouth shut . . . just like I do at work.
Speaking of work, I found C. Addle's lunch bag in the fridge even though she left in January. I opened it hoping she kept change in there, but all I found was 2 expired containers of some soy slop she puts in her decaf. I can't complain though because she did leave me her vibrating memory foam lumbar support cushion and a coffee mug.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
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