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  Today was one of those days... It was so bad (In my mind) that even as I was wrapping up Saturday and gearing up for a fun filled weekend adventure, my thoughts rose in despair to the gaping maw, the black pit of files waiting for me back at the office.  They were waiting.. calling, quietly... begging, nay, DEMANDING my attention.!

*sigh*

Kind of ruined my weekend to be honest.  You ever leave a school project to the absolute last minute in school? You know its due, its there, sitting like a rock in the centre of your calm pool of peace and non-working, the psyche's happy place... You dread doing it, you loathe going in after the weekend, and the guilt!!!
  That was me this weekend, except my problem couldnt be fixed over the weekend with some hard studying. Im just forced to wait. Ugh... 

  So This morning Im slogging through the day, and feeling the pressures of trying to organize, juggle 7 different files, remember way too many things, and slowly stressing out... when I get a Facebook message from a friend of mine from my old job. Some people just know you. Its great... and exactly what I needed.  A good laugh and some ridiculous writing can reverse all stresses. I just sat in the lunchroom eating my apple, chuckling quietly as my coworkers stared on, wondering if I had finally cracked under the pressure 
  Haha.. so the link is up there, its crude, its ridiculous, its funny, its Perfect!  Enjoy....
  I sure did.

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