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The man whose office is next to my cubicle often speaks a different language, but I don't know which one.
I wish that oranges were able to be eaten as delicately and easily as apples.
I've been alone a lot this week, and was supposed to accomplish many things, things like writing twenty pages and making something with the Gocco and picking out recipes for the next month from my sadly underused cookbooks.
Instead I accomplished very little. I'd like to say that I spent my (not accomplishing stuff) time frolicking joyfully and relaxing fully and giving myself pore cleansing facials so I would feel pretty and girly.
But no. I slept.