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That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
Well, I really don't want to be at work right now. Why? Well, why would I want to be at work? There is literally nothing for me to do. I've cleaned, organized, and fed the rats. What else is there? Evidentally nothing. So, I sit here at the computer and try to think of interesting anecdotes to write about. And considering my limited writing ability, this may be more painful for you than me. Nope, nothing interesting. [However, I would like to make a plea to anyone who may one day decorate the interior of a bathroom. Do not place a long mirror on the wall opposite the toilet. The last thing anyone needs to see as they sit down to relieve themselves is an up-close and personal view of their crotch.] Ok, so now on to what I'll be doing for the next week or so....
-Saturday: Eric Lin's place for Memorial Day BBQ
-Sunday: Sleep and clean up around the apartment. It was pointed out to me that people coming up in the next couple of weeks may like to see the place. And conventionally an apartment is to resemble a home, not a pig sty.
-Monday: SURGERIES on 30 (count 'em 30) rats. 8am-ish to 3:30pm-ish.
-Tuesday: Feed said rats, hair trial (on myself not the rats), marriage license? (did you know that you need one of those to be legally married. This actually eases my mind to know that because it means that when Ebony Moore pronounced me married to Scott Larimore in the first grade, it was not a legally binding contract)
-Wednesday: radioactive PERFUSIONS on 9 rats
-Thursday: radioactive PERFUSIONS on 12 rats
-Friday: radioactive PERFUSIONS on 9 rats
Ergo, if I'm not glowing in the dark by Saturday... I'll consider the week a success!
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