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Nov. 15th, 2002 09:24 amIn hideous pain masked by unnatural amounts of Ibuprofin, forced to continually remind myself that I am not surrounded by evil minions of Satan who deserve death, but merely co-workers. Fuckers.
Mom is so het up for the new Harry Potter movie that I fear she may do herself an injury. She's actually planning to drive out to the theater this afternoon and buy tickets in advance. Next thing you know she's gonna book a trip on the Russian space station.
Mom is so het up for the new Harry Potter movie that I fear she may do herself an injury. She's actually planning to drive out to the theater this afternoon and buy tickets in advance. Next thing you know she's gonna book a trip on the Russian space station.
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Date: 2002-11-15 08:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2002-11-15 08:04 am (UTC)It can be a pretty slippery distinction if you ask me . . . *glances suspciously around the ninth circle of hell--I mean my office*
I hope your pain goes away. FWIW, I was fool enough to buy advance HP tickets last night; am still waiting to hear from the Russians.
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Date: 2002-11-15 08:27 am (UTC)She wants to meet Lance Bass...?
Plus, I think it may be entirely possible that your co-workers are the demons in charge of Cleaning Satan's Toothbrush Holder. Flee while you can!
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Date: 2002-11-15 10:05 am (UTC)Are you so sure they're not?
Hope you feel better soon.
I'm going to see Harry Potter tomorrow, so there.
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Date: 2002-11-15 10:30 am (UTC)Kill them. Kill them all.
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Your mother is het up.
Date: 2002-11-15 06:43 pm (UTC)Don't be too freaked.
I bought my tickets tuesday and we saw the first showing today, and that's only because we couldn't make a way into the advance screenings yesterday by hook or by crook.