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msfledermaus...I was dreaming about Mark Foley running around trying to molest kids, and I was desperately trying to throw habanero peppers at him. It was awful, like some runaway video game. I blame the tuna noodle hot-dish I made for supper last night, and the Michael Moore movie I watched too...Politics and tuna noodle are a dastardly combination, apparently.
But now I'm awake and clean and fed and at work. One of my cow-irkers has Mcdonalds with him for the 8th or 9th time in a row. Eeeeeeeeew... All attempts by other cow-irkers to lend him their copies of Super-Size me have gone by with a chuckle. I'm just going to eat organic grapes at him and not share:)
So that's me this morning...*stifles big yawn*
But now I'm awake and clean and fed and at work. One of my cow-irkers has Mcdonalds with him for the 8th or 9th time in a row. Eeeeeeeeew... All attempts by other cow-irkers to lend him their copies of Super-Size me have gone by with a chuckle. I'm just going to eat organic grapes at him and not share:)
So that's me this morning...*stifles big yawn*
