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Reports! End of year reports! It's driving me bugshit, but you have to put these things in perspective. It's no skin off my nose, really. No wait, it is. Because I ran into the shelf when I was standing up to file my reports and hit the bridge of my nose. No blood, which is a shame, because when you have that kind of star-seeing pain, you want some

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My connection so reliably cut out on me this morning as it always does when I am talking to someone cool. Please don't take the booty away from me.

PS - Rub yourself. With the door shut.