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It feels like I haven't been at work for several years. I took Friday off, and I was working in Peter's office Thursday because my old desk had been moved out. Anyway, my new furniture is here, and it's so nice to have. A nice desk with two file drawers, another two-drawer file cabinet, and a bookcase -- I don't even know what it's like to have shelf space at work! I should finally be able to keep some of this shit off my desk now.

Yes, I know that it's depressing and sad to get excited about file cabinets and bookshelves, but I feel like I finally have my own stuff after being in someone else's space for seven months.

This desk has one of those pull-out keyboard trays. I can't decide if I want to use it or not. I wonder if using it might help the tendonitis (guess that's what it is) in my left elbow.

Took Mom to the airport yesterday. The weather was awful; the fog hanging over the city made it look like the end of the world. I had thought about hanging around after I dropped her off and maybe checking out the Dali exhibit that's in town, but the weather was so ugly that I just got the hell out.

Had a good week with Mom. It doesn't seem like we did a whole lot after getting back from New York, but we did get out Friday and explore the coastline some. There are some nice towns up there -- Madison, Clinton, and all that. I'd probably go nuts living in one of those towns (though, considering real-estate prices, I'll probably never have to worry about it). Too white-bread for me, almost like Disney's Main Street USA or something. Also shopped for a comforter and bedsheets, something I probably never would have done on my own. And we ate a lot of good food, something I can never afford to do on my own.

Homie just skulked through the office. These people gotta stop skulking, by god.

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I'm eating nasty anise cookies that don't feel like they're done in the middle. Why? Because they're here. People bring in entirely too much food in this department.

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For Joy! The Reflector has started posting on their website my favorite part of the paper -- Bad Dogs. (This was formerly known as Campus Crime; neither of these names is particularly accurate, for the police blotter always features entries like "Student reported having a seizure on the second floor of Allen Hall." It is kind of funny to think about a seizure victim being called a criminal or a bad dog, though.)

Yes, for many years I have enjoyed such delicious morsels of campus nuttiness as "Student reported harassing phone calls from her mother" and "Domino's Pizza delivery person reported being assaulted with eggs at Suttle Hall." Imagine my joy when I became assistant news editor at The Reflector and it fell to me to type these entries into Pagemaker and lovingly arrange them on page two. Finally I had privileged access to reports of fraternity hijinks and epilectic fits. I knew before anyone else that pornographic magazines had been discovered in one of the men's rooms in Lee Hall. If I thought that "Student reported bookbag missing from the library" was not as newsworthy as "Police Department reported three bicycles stolen from Police Department basement," then that's just the sort of crucial decision that I had the power to make. When 10 a.m. on Monday or Thursday came and I hadn't received the fax of the crime report from Melanie at the Police Department, I didn't hesitate to get her lazy ass on the phone and insist on the press' right to public information. I was just that dedicated to my job.

The best crime-report entry that ever came across my desk was this:

Officer was riding his bike by Colvard Union when he hit uneven pavement and was hit in the eye by the mechanical arm and fell from his bike.

It took me forever to figure out what the mechanical arm was. I was asking other people in the office if they thought it might be the same mechanical arm that kept slapping me around all the time.

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This kills me. I'd be berserk if I were on speed, too.

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I need to do a live broadcast of the ambient sounds within my apartment. It would be quite fascinating, I'm sure.

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I overuse the word "just." I don't know what it is -- I just can't help it. SEE?!! Dagnabbit.