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Work.
Lunch with coworker I hate. Olive branch offering of sorts. (I took over as supervisor from her and she's getting downgraded, go figger. Now SHE reports to ME. Bra ha ha ha!!!)
Work.
Inexplicable craving to buy the Roxy Music LP. Do so.
Inexplicable craving to stop by The Wedge for 2 double IPAs and a bowl of peanuts. Do so.
Arrive home, play Roxy Music LP, dig it, make a veggie burger with red onions/tomato/pickles, give the doggie love and caring and food, drink some red wine.
Decide that I'm cutting off cable TV service with immediate effect (well, tomorrow...)
Plop My Aim is True on the turntable. Dig it.
That's it so far.
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Ever notice how this place just basically, well, sucks.
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