2004-10-22 - 11:32 p.m.
It's been 7 days.
In that time an upheaval of massive proportions has begun at my place of employ. Since many lazy mistakes have caused many a furrowed brow to our illlustrious... wait wait wait. This is all wrong.
no work talk. Needless to say it is increasingly difficult for me to spend half an hour a day (roughly) filling this in. I think I just made you say ( at least in your head) "Roughly filling this in" GADS. sorry.
Anyhoo, tonight I am at home and it is eerily quiet. I am almost too scared to turn the music on for some reason but I am about to fall into a restful sleep anyway and not be woken by ANYTHING.
Wicked!
Delicious strapped on some wings this afternoon (or more than likely just unfolded her usually disguised ones (VOMIT) ) and went with Pappa to Portugal for 10 days.
Hence the quiet.
and the eery emptyness.
wind is actually whistling through the eaves of the house so its all movie-like even.
If it wasnt for my filthy chest cold.
YUCK.
Goodnight.
"Phlegm" is such a great collection of letters.
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