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2001-05-21 :: 11:09 a.m.
Everyone on my floor is at a meeting in Tarrytown and I am all by myself. They have left me to my own devices. What can I make a mess out of? Nothing. Because everything is locked. It's me, the computer, and the phone. Get ready, unemployed pals, you're gonna have to talk to me all day! Get ready, diary, you're gonna get updated every half hour! God the Sopranos kicked ass last night, but I was surprised that there was no Gloria. I thought for sure she'd exit with a bang. Speaking of bang, ha ha, Jackie Jr.! Ha ha! |