I'm not too fond of Tuesdays, either.
It's 9pm and I'm packing up to leave the office. Today wasn't a bad day, just long.
As I type there are cleaning crew rumblings with the distinct resonance of a lurking serial killer hunting more than dust bunnies. Seriously - loud and frequent footsteps (but no people to be seen), muffled grumblings (talking?), and a metallic whirling sound like a hacksaw waved in the air.
I'm going home.
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Make peace, not war!
Posted by: daydayCheaple | January 13, 2008 01:40 AM