Going to some theatre thing tomorrow.
Oh, mother#$%@%#er. I might have pull stuff from this... delightful... database.
There are a couple other things I might have to do this weekend, but they're surely pleasant.
Today, after having a drink and talking to R--- on the phone, I should, like, work out. It'll be too late for running and it might be too late to make going to the gym very feasible. I'll figure it out. Grumble grumble.
Seriously, dudes. Every time I've gone into the men's room this last week, there's been at least one person taking a shit. How does this work? Seriously? I guess there are people on the other half of the floor now, but not that many of them are men. Maybe they have to do it in shifts. I guess 19 total men on the floor, you always expect somebody during the two hours around lunch because we have a break room on this floor, but, that leaves like 7 hours of sampling time for 19 men. I've talked about this before. It does not cease to disturb me. Perhaps I am a little obsessive.
Hey, little apple blossom! What seems to be your problem?
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