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Dragging Slowly
Dec. 7th, 2004 07:54 amI am wiped out today for some reason. I woke up congested and just can't seem to focus. I hate days like this.
Last night ended so well too. I went to the gym yesterday with my buddy Eric and then to Applebee's for dinner where we talked about boys like school girls. Once home and showered, I rewrote the twin's letter. He called saying he liked the rewrite, but now is unsure of whether to send it or not. I told him that he probably wrote it to vent and whether it went to anyone is probably irrelevant. He agreed, after all he doesn't want the job back and the twin isn't a vindictive person by nature.
I told him that if they give the position to that beached, backstabbing whale that made his life hell, then the company is getting exactly what they deserve. Yeah, good night, blah morning.
Last night ended so well too. I went to the gym yesterday with my buddy Eric and then to Applebee's for dinner where we talked about boys like school girls. Once home and showered, I rewrote the twin's letter. He called saying he liked the rewrite, but now is unsure of whether to send it or not. I told him that he probably wrote it to vent and whether it went to anyone is probably irrelevant. He agreed, after all he doesn't want the job back and the twin isn't a vindictive person by nature.
I told him that if they give the position to that beached, backstabbing whale that made his life hell, then the company is getting exactly what they deserve. Yeah, good night, blah morning.
