This is a weird day. Turns out my boss is not in, and I can't start the work she assigned me on Friday, for silly procedural reasons. So here I am.
And it's too hot to take the afternoon off. I don't really want to be home.
Tra la la. Drumming fingers on desk.
I decluttered my office a bit. If I can't declutter at home, at least I can attempt it at work.
Time to start writing my novel... It was a dark and stormy night...
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No, no, no... In my younger and more vulnerable years Mr Hotdog gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since...
Uh oh. This could start something.
mr hotdog!!!!
Mr. HotDog is no more. Like the Road Warrior, he lives now only in our memories.
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
wait a minute--what do you mean mr hotdog is no more?! what if I retire to ndg? where will I eat my lunch?
Chalet BBQ, of course. 1/4 breast, fries and s'ohs. and 1/2 a hamburger bun. with a coke.
whew
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