So I’m still here. Had to work through today since I got a call from Scott saying they need me at the Gazette today at 3. And my neck still hurts from my workout on Monday when I popped/pulled something. I think I need Paul (my brother) to give me a massage. The guy is good. Freakishly large hands run in the family, though his are even bigger than mine, as are his feet, weird considering he’s about two inches shorter. But much bigger. Not fat, just…big. He’s pushing 230, and I’ve been hovering around the 190-5 mark for ages. I used to be able to pin him–not anymore :o)
This camera is so cool. It’s nearly silent, too–when I turn the beeps off only a tiny *click* gives away that it’s taken a picture. I sense this will come in handy in the future. And so begins my soon-to-be-burgeoning career with the CIA… Maybe I’ll get to be a NOC operative, just like in the movies. That would rock.
O-kay. Back to hummus and pita bread and Clif bar and Photoshop and Quark.
For some reason “Mission Impossible” music was playing in my head when I read the CIA part….go Matt…
it’s a sign
I think tomorrow I’ll show up in a black outfit and enter the building through the A/C duct, pulling myself up using suction cups, arm over arm, and then lower myself into my office using an elaborate wire trapeze. In fact, I’ll just do all my work suspended like that. Why? Because I can.
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Re: it’s a sign
HAHAHAHAHAH!!!! This was so great – it was the first thing I read this morning :o) Yay for smiles early in the a.m. :o)
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