|10 August 2001 ... a Friday|
Another day at work. I am wandering, semi-aimlessly. There's a little bit
of work, but it's been really slow all week, so I've got time on my hands.
I pass the shipping guy in the
hallway. He's cool. "Hey," he says. "How ya doing?"
I pause to consider the rant going though my head...
Ya know. I have got the worst headache and I've over dosed on various
pain pills in order to get it under control. I'm just
back from almost an hour, playing with that evil table saw, cutting up
sheets of exterior phenolic... I'm sure the
fumes and stress of that isn't helping my head any, either.
But, as I said, I simply paused to consider that rant. "I'm... okay," I say with a sigh. It is Friday, after all. And it's quite possible that I'll make it to the weekend.
And look. Here I am. :)
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