..........This is turning out to be the foulest of days.
And it's barely even nine thirty.
In all of my wishing in the wee hours, that work would suddenly dissapear into oblivion, I daresay this wasn't what I had in mind. And just what is it that I didn't envision?
Waking up an hour late, only to find that the furance guys have their truck stuck in the driveway, with no other way to get out.
Argh.
I hate my life.
But at least I have my Internet.
Heheheheh.
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