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March 4th, 2008

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Poem du jour = Writing.

Back to the House of Pain. I joke, of course. I'm actually quite thrilled, because I peeked at workmail (yes, I'm a dweeb, shut up) and there are several pleasant surprises awaiting me when I return to my post. Oh, and a boatload of work. Somehow, though, I don't mind that so much.

That is level-headedly all.