11.30.01 :: 3:08 pm

What is totally amazing is that I'm doing my job completely on autopilot and guesswork.

This can only last for so long before I'm found out.

Due to Miss Ruby Red's unwanted entourage of ass-clowns, I'm no longer treated to her diatribes and words of wisdom in her journal. Well, temporarily, that is. Still. Boo.

Tonight, My Boy's band plays somewhere in the village, and were it not for his guest list, I'd be at home, coccooning (watching TV).

It's almost December, kids. And we have yet to bust out the woolly mittens and scarves. What gives?

Mother Nature is pissed.

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