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For some reason I thought my turkey weekend was going to be a long and relaxing one. Instead, I got home Tuesday night at midnight, ran around with various people all day Wednesday, ate tons of food Thursday, and Friday finds me prematurely back at "the hovel," getting ready to work in 3 hours, to be followed by another day of work, to be followed by one day of rest, I hope, and then the new week. So much for that. Well, at least I have a nice hefty 1.75 litres of vodka and a bottle of chardonnay to get me through the weekend.
Just gearing up to resume the great apartment search...
Just gearing up to resume the great apartment search...