A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- spaceships ain't never gonna understand another of those fits-and-starts kind of days. One minute i am bored and fucking around, the enxt i am scrambling. then, having completed my mad scramble, i find myself waiting for the next task. I've even gone so far as to ask around, but right now most of the workloads in the office are more balanced than they have been in some time. Bleh. I could, as a matter of form, tidy up my area. But that seems like it would be a snowballing task taht gets bigger the further it rolls argh. 1:37 p.m. - 2003-04-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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