Musings from the cubicle.

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Do you ever read something or see something and even though you know it's generally insignificant, petty, or probably more a product of imaginative fiction than fact, you still get physically nauseated because it makes you so upset? It's incredible how emotional concern can lead to gastrointestinal/otherwise physical distress.

I think it's a miracle of biology. I still hate it, though.
The End.

I'm promising myself that this weekend is going to be good. I have lots of things lined up, I swear.