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Thursday, April 27, 2006 

Moving Day @ Work

Today was the big move.

My feet hurt. Besides pedal pain and the occasional coughing and phlegm, I feel fine. What a couple of days of doing squat can do for an ailing body.

Sometimes I miss University when I had the freedom to do everything I wanted, which, ironically, was nothing at all.

This work business is taking a lot from my doing diddly squat time.

Anyway, back to the big move. Almost everything went well. Almost. One hitch was the boss' brand new, $2000 glass desk being broke by the movers. Damn movers. I felt so bad. It blew royally. I feel guilty even though I did nothing at all. I didn't even see it happen. Alls I knew was that I turned a corner and BAM! it's broke. It was a nice damn table too. Shit happens.

It's in the past and let us move on. That's from Bill's mouth. There are times when he's just so totally awesome.