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I'm becoming like my father. I didn't expect that to happen till much later on in my life. Well, I've always been an advanced learner.


My entries of late have focused on The Job. Hmmm. I need a life.


Peace and quiet would do me well this day. Hectic is too tame a word to describe today.


Another Pot of Gold "Excellence" box showed up near my desk. It hasn't been opened though. My guess is someone's going to rip it open before lunch.

Update: Yup. It's noon and the box is already a quarter empty. Vultures!

There's Timbits too!


There's two hours left and I am practically out of gas.


BG: Who keeps loading us up with these chocolates?
Me: I have a theory. You don't have to eat them, you know.