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Day twelve: I am eaten by Blargh.

Whoo - back to work.

I'm tense right now, since we're in the process of moving offices, and I hate not knowing everything.

Who am I kidding?  No-one tells me anything.  I'm a little round mushroom, sitiing in the dark, starving even for some good bull-poop.  This is what I get for having an alternative work schedule.

I've been under the weather mood-wise (though not as under the weather as Bob's car - I haz peekturs), and I assume it's been mostly work-related.

I'll try to write a long rambling self-reflective post later; right now, I'm going to do some work for my corporate lizard overlords (subsidiary of Octopus Rulers of the Universe, inc.).

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femkederoas
Feb. 17th, 2010 11:59 am (UTC)
Are blargs anything like Grues?

Enquiring biologists want to know.

Though all I could thing of from your last line was this:
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fiberferret
Feb. 17th, 2010 12:34 pm (UTC)
Hugs! I hope you get some sunshine in your life soon.
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