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Friday, April 15, 2005

Oh my god, are these the last days of planet Earth? MG, what are you doing here so early?

I know, Vin. It's like the seventh sign or something, right? What are you doing here so early? You look all settled in, like you've already been here a while.

Oh, honey, I always get in by eight o'clock. I download my podcast meditations and take a minute to clear my work chakra before everyone gets here and it gets all chaotic. Now, spill. Oooh, I know! You are just getting back from a hot date who happened to live right in this neighborhood and you left together early because he's rich and ambitious and had to get to his high-powered but socially conscious job.

Yeah, right. No, I have an appointment with the boss at 9:15.

Ohh. Does it have anything to do with the shiny blonde munchkin who's been circling your desk like a high-heeled hummingbird since 8:45?

Really? Shit, I knew it! I didn't really believe it, but I knew it!

Come on, MG, don't jump to conclusions. Maybe they just, hired you an assistant.

Vin.

Okay, ouch. I could actually feel that look.

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