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Monday, June 06, 2005

Hey, Vinnie. Pretty flowers.

Thank you, MG. They're there to remind me that it is possible to live and thrive in this office. At least until they wilt and turn brown. What's going on?

I was just wondering, have you been in to see Nina lately?

Oh, no. I never go in there if I can help it. That space is just too chaotic.

Chaotic? Her office looks like it was pulled straight out of the pages of Modern Office Austerity or something.

Oh, not that. I like the minimalist thing she has going on, it's very zen. But the space is pure chaos. The mental space. You go in there and it's like you can hear every nerve fraying. Bzzt, bzzt, bzzt. It is like a bug zapper.

Yeah, that's what I was wondering about. She seems super stressed out. More than usual, I mean.

Maybe her meds are out of whack.

Whatever it is, it kept me from getting in trouble. But she seems a little unstable.

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