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A joyous flicker of power has caused all sorts of havoc. Bastards. My work is hard to accomplish when I need to escort each electron down the wire one shocking bride after another in some gross mockery of a Moonie mass marriage.

Another fire warning that is being verified? How many is that? Four in the last thirty days? Good golly.

I was roused out of some deep thought on donating to 89.7 the river's holiday "phone-a-thon" for a chance to win the Rob Zombie signed drum head and how to randomize my little game I was writing (to test out some strategies for making a visual queue of my system's health) to be pulled into Big Boss's office with Boss-mom. A little concerned I sit down. It looks like the feds were need some back information from a previous client! Huzzah! I get to comb the databases to see what I can see. Now to put on a good sluthing music and get crack'n!