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morning. how was the weekend?

oh, hey, jay. not too bad, i guess. you?

good. you don't sound too sure.

well, all i wanted to do really was sleep in and chill out at home, but they were tearing up the street outside all weekend. so it was noisy with the jackhammers and the smell of the tar or whatever coming in.

bummer.

yeah. the deathly quiet in here actually sounds good for once. the odorless recycled air, that mind-numbing drone of the air conditioning vents...

mg, never heard you wax poetic about the ventilation system.

jay, there was a jackhammer outside my window twelve hours a day. if i were a prisoner of war, i'm pretty sure that would go against the geneva conventions. of course, here, the lack of natural light and long periods of forced sitting in uncomfortable positions probably wouldn't go over well, either. and prisoners are at least allowed to smoke and have coffee, i bet.

think you should maybe take a vacation soon.