Reading: The Fantasy Hall of Fame
Weather: cloudy and cool
The ferret is: sleeping under the dresser
It is cold in this apartment this morning. I am in a big old hurry, supposedly, which doesn't explain why I've spent most of the morning messing with my calendar settings, nor why I am screwing around writing in this thing. I guess I just don't want to go to work. That's gotten worse lately since Karen's not there any more, and we have been told that we are to present a more professional appearance in our decorum or we're out. We have a contract, so I don't know how the heck they can break it without specific material.
So we have too much fun at work. So what? But there isn't much fun any more. I can get used to it. Maybe. Or maybe we'll all get canned and I can look for soemthing closer to home. Maybe I can sell books or something. Never can tell. I am not gonna jump out of the boat, but if they push me...
Ellipsis added to bug Gregg. :p
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