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I need a clean-up/catch-up day at work. I have a million loose ends that could probably be tied up fairly quickly if I'd just take a few minutes to do them. What I need is for nobody else to come up in this mug tomorrow; then I'd turn my phone off, put on some Descendents, and knock a few o' these things out. I wonder if people would buy it if I sent out a presswide email saying that everyone has the day off tomorrow. It would probably work if not for a couple of low types who would undoubtedly blow the whistle on the operation by reminding everyone that they would have to take personal days in order to get the day off. Sucker-ass perpetrators.

I even decided against taking a sick day to sleep in today because I have too much stuff to do here. How sad is that? I can't even slack right these days.

And I know that I shouldn't complain about the weather, because I know that my upstate-NY and Canada folks have it worse, but 17 degrees F? With a windchill of 3? Damn, dude. My hair even froze this morning. I haven't had that happen in years.

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I SWEAR TO GOD that I just heard "I will kill you" come from my computer speakers. And no, I'm not listening to Slayer. I thought it might have been one of those obnoxious Flash ads on one of the browser windows I have open, but there doesn't seem to be anything that would say that. And it was clear as a bell, too--there's no possibility that it might have been saying "I smell Bill's shoe" or anything like that. I wonder if it's a virus or something.

Actually, I'll bet the dude from next door is practicing ventriloquism--that must be it. Speaking of that dude, I am convinced that the guy is a psychopath. I hear him growling and screaming quite often, and there's never another voice. It's possible that he's on the phone with someone, but it doesn't sound like that either. It's not like I'm hearing one side of a conversation that's growing increasingly heated. It's just all of a sudden, "GREAGHHHHHHHFUCKINFRULLUGH" and a couple of seconds later "SCHRAGGINYUBBER" and on like that for a minute or so and then it's over. I'll bet he's screaming at the voices in his head. And I really really think that dude is a Jeffrey Dahmer waiting to happen. I just hope he's not already storing people in his fridge. You can be goddamn sure that I'm locking my doors, though. Anyone who watches that many crime shows isn't healthy. And oh, oh, oh--the one movie blaring from his apartment that I've ever recognized the sound to--indeed, probably the only movie that isn't a typical crime movie that he's ever watched--is A Clockwork Orange. Now, hey, I love that movie--it's probably on my top-five list--but it's just scary to think of this guy watching it. And you should see this fucker's eyes. He's a hardcore psychopath, I tell you.

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Dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit. I have to go back out for cigarettes. And pay four bucks a pack for 'em. If I'd bought one more carton in VA when I was through there in July I'd have made it till my next trip. But I didn't, and now I have to venture out in the 20-degree weather and snag some o' these overtaxed motherhoosiers.

I'm so goofy with my smoking. It's been years since I smoked throughout the day, but I still have to smoke at night before bed. It's like a holdover from the days when I would pass out with a lit cigarette in my hand. Did you ever wake up with a cigarette butt between your fingers? I have, and it scared the shit out of me, like CRIPES, I could have burned the house down. So anyway, yeah, I should just go ahead and quit, but I don't want to fuck with my routine because I have enough trouble trying to get to sleep as it is. But I might try to quit over the holidays.

Damn. As my grandmother says, this ain't makin' the baby no dress. Gotta get up and go.