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The pressures of the work day ellicits strange behaviors from me. For lunch, I gurgled, slurped, gulped, and spittled, because I had to little time. Yesterday I destroyed my knee at the fax machine faxing 150 documents over the course of four hours (thats a little over 37 faxes per hour--pretty good). I couldn't walk for the rest of the day, and still feel a significant amount of stiffness. I've been challening the fax machine to fist duels every time it sends a document back with the title "BUSY/NO RESPONCE". It's my second week at this place, and they all think I'm schitzophrenic because I talk to mutinous machines. I think I might always come off a bit awkward to people who don't know me in the beginning. Ah well. I've met "those" people, and I never held it against them.