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I just was given a lunch invite with my bosses for Wednesday... Innoculous enough, right? Why the hell is my first thought "well shit.. am I getting fired?!"? ugh.. must unwind the cynicism wrapped in pessimism intwined with realism, and topped with a negative nancy bow.

Shit.. I think I may have over shot my ability to cram work in today. Hopefully I can jam through a chunk of it while 'Live Through This' cranks.... and no one disturbs me.

I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams... crap.. wrong faux life.

There's been scuttlebutt floating around work about a gang of people from the department going into 'The Warrior Dash' in June. People starting up all sorts of diets, training, and fighting for gym time while at work. My coworker was just asked if he wanted to join, but (totes oddly) I wasn't.

Ah.. that's right. Best not have the fat kid scramble for an excuse.

Though, lest someone thinks I have hurt feelings, I don't. I was just giggling to myself for a few minutes before I wrote this.

Q: How do you know you are still fat?
A: Your coworkers don't want to associate with you on the Warrior Dash!

All joking aside, I think I am out of town for a wedding that week'n. Minneapolis or bust I do believe.

I have installed many a motherboard in my life, and I can truthfully say I have never, at any time, ever made as many sound effects as this dell tech a cube over is making. Grunting like he is Sisyphus rolling a rock up a hill... groaning like a power lifter.. and a myriad of odd coughs, squeals, and squeaks.

He very well may be slaying a demon over there. I am afraid to look.