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This morning's commute was a trail of tears behind banjo-waving mongoloids who cannot drive in the rain. The price I paid for not getting up earlier was truancy to the tune of 15 minutes. Not a big deal, since management doesn't care. But it's a personal thing.

I helped some coworkers open up the lines of communication today. That's a good thing.

I'm doing the work of two today. This is not a bad thing, yet not my favorite position.

Back at 'em.

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She was too late for the mushroom bisque.

Despair.