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October 16th, 2007

"We were going to try to find a smaller girl to beat you up, Chaz, but this was the best we could do."

Leftovers, leftovers, leftovers. 

The amazing thing is that I ever have anything left over. The portions at that Puerto Rican place are enormous even by my standards. 

Yes, I'm anticipating dinner because I know what I have in the fridge and I am not turning the computer on once I get home.

You think SR would notice if I called in dead tomorrow and took off for the hills? I just realized it's Tuesday, and by day's end, counting Saturday, I will be over thirty-two hours for the week already, if I go home at four. So much for the relaxed life of the government employee.

It's a good thing I don't have a girlfriend right now. I don't have time for the fights about not having any time.

In retrospect, the Buffalo wings were a complete greasebomb, but oh, my god, did they taste fantastic. Sometimes I wonder if Hafidha has the right idea.