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Wednesday, July 30, 2008
The Obasan (Part One of ... goodness I hope it ends soon)

i'm constantly irritated by the obasan sitting a table away.

Imagine coming to office in the unearthly wee hours in the morning, you're settling in at your desk. Whilst fumbling with the lappie to get it loaded up and in the midst of placing your miserable weary bums (that had just reluctantly left the comfort of the warm bed a little while ago), there's a terrible desperate banging on the back door (i happen to sit at the quiet ends of office which houses the mortal gateway to the outside world).

to be continued...

mae 9:49 AM [comments]