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It's Monday with a vengeance.

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On days like these, I find it particularly helpful to remember a touching bit of truth that a very wise man once shared with me:

apply to infested area


apologies to Steve Martin.

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Boy, I'm glad to be home. I'm starting to realize that I've been thinking about what's happening at work lately all wrong. I've been thinking that we've been having an inordinate number of Freak Days, but I'm starting to think that perhaps we've gone beyond a mere cluster of Freak Days. We may have entered something larger -- perhaps a Freak Age.

Four more days of double duty, and then I can settle down somewhat. All I have time to do right now is get the rush projects off my desk just in time to get another round. Four more days.

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I talked with Dad yesterday, and he's planning to come up at the end of next week. His method of getting up here is kind of strange; I won't get into it here, but suffice it to say that he is, in the words of my Grandmother, "a Bob in this world." (Dad's name is Bob. Whenever Grandmother is commenting on a person's peculiar behavior -- something that makes him uniquely him -- she'll say, "He's a Fred in this world." (Or Dan, or Hortense Louise, or whatever the name may be.))

Anyway, so he'll stay until I start my vacation -- probably the next Thursday -- and go back south with me. I'm really looking forward to having some time off. I'm still wrapping my brain around this concept of a schedule that doesn't work on semesters. I don't miss that end-of-the-semester rush of papers and finals, but I long for that feeling of being done in December and May. (And of course, the intervening rest periods.)

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My paid account ran out and they didn't even warn me this time. Fargin' icehole corksuckin' bastiges.

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I'm jonesing for homemade pecan pie. Last week, I thawed one that had been in the freezer since Christmas. (Brought it back from Mom's.) I was afraid that it was going to have freezer burn, but it had nothing of the sort. That was the best freakin' pecan pie I think I've ever had. I don't usually crave sweets, but I could really go for another piece of that.

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I never know what sort of closing to use when I'm sending work-related emails. "Best" seems to be quite popular, and in fact I've used it from time to time, but it makes me uncomfortable because I don't know what the hell it means. Is it short for "best wishes"? That seems like the kind of thing you say to someone who's graduating or getting married, no? And then there's "all best." I don't get that either. All best what?! Some people simply say "yours." I admire the succinctness, but it seems a bit abrupt, like "I can't figure out how to end this thing, so . . . here. It's yours. Deal with it." "Cordially" makes me want to barf, and "sincerely" is just utter bullshit. If you have to say "sincerely," chances are that you're not sincere in the least.

I think I'm going to start saying "all my nuts." Like so:

Dear Frederick,

I need to speak with you at your earliest convenience regarding the Snuckfliffer book. Could you let me know when you're free? Thanks very much.

all my nuts,
Beauregard T. Swank
Minister of Insecurity

That makes about as much sense as anything.