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It turns out COB is a very vigorous stretcher, which resulted in my seeing a slice of his boxers three times today. Which I did not mind. But how sad is it that that was the most exciting thing that happened all day? I realize how deeply boring I am lately, really, I do. But all I have to write about is work, and everything about work is pretty boring. Thus, the COB obsession.
Maybe this weekend we'll get scandalous and I'll have something more interesting to write about.
Maybe this weekend we'll get scandalous and I'll have something more interesting to write about.