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I'm starting to get the feeling that evening is not the time to be posting stuff. Even after a profoundly non-mentally-taxing day like today, the thought of sticking words into sentences into paragraphs into anything remotely coherent makes my brain twitch like the weird Jello wad that it is. But since I'm here, let's see what happens.

I think I went just a tad over the line at the gym this morning. Tired and sore are normal, but this was tired and sore and...something else, like I sprained my ghost a bit. Didn't affect the rest of the day for the most part, except for the bit when I was stapling a bunch of piles of card stock together, which is one of those activities that could kill you but the obituary would list it a homicide to spare your family the humiliation.

The office was ridiculously quiet, outside of illicit crossword construction, the aforementioned stapler fandango, and my laptop coughing up a lung when I was literally not even touching it. The company is going to be closed for the entirety of next week, so we're taking bets as to whether this week is going to be five days of Silence of the Power Ties or three days of silence followed by two days of shrieking Nordic epic deadline panic. Pray for me.

We made egg roll in a bowl for dinner. 'Twas tasty.

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Date: 2022-06-29 04:09 pm (UTC)
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"Sprained my ghost" is such an elegant phrase.
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