June 20, 2006
I have no work to to do. Noworktodo. No-work-to-do. I haven't done a document since I got here 4 1/2 hours ago. But still, we sit in our bullpen, waiting for something to come in, some small scrap of paper we can pour over and discover errors in-situ. Why, oh why, can't we just go home? I want to go lay out and invite melanoma into my life. I want to go home and watch tv...anything but sit in this artificial light at my old ass desk, with nothing to do but play Text Twist until my eyes burn.
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I'm with you. It's so pretty outside. I'm so friggin bored.
Invite melanoma...I do too. I'm tired of being pale dammit.
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