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- My boob is still itching like crazy - I fear it's a goner. My meeting with the director of HR yesterday about the imploding nature of the office did not go quite as intended and she now thinks I have enough downtime to add assisting the assistant to my load. No. My houseguest has taken to waking me up in the middle of the night - hey, he doesn't have anything to do in the morning, why not stay up all night? I'm not in a good mood. Fortunately he is not here right now. I love the guy more than anything (you may as well know) but he needs to get his shit together. I even told him last night to shut the fuck up. Direct quote. Project for the night: ripping some of my grandpa's 45s to my computer, to put on a CD for my dad for Christmas.
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