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The cotton is mostly gone, but my thorat still aches. And Netscape Communicator is not cooperating. *kicks it* Work, bitch! If hotmail can give me my email, so can you.
My boss just called to say she won't be in until one o'clock this afternoon, which means I'm at least alone in the office. Small blessings.
(Weren't there supposed to be people in the meeting room today? Better check.)
