Not to Yuma, but up, nonetheless. I am fretting the next three and a half hours until Mal comes into work. I just feel she is going to be confrontational today, guided by the drunken advice of her ex who is in HR for the University, Ian not going to engage. I just wish I was able to speak to someone other than Pseudo-Hyphen, aka Gastric, who advises me to let go and not engage in a pissing match, something Mal excels at. I think I will ask My friend, who I have yet to assign an alias, to keep an ear out for Mal's annoying voice. I am not going to engage...I am not going to engage...
I get to see Hyphen today after having last week as a bye. Lots to tell her. I need to call the realtor and get a little feedback.
I will not engage...I will not engage....
I hope my friend Dianne is indeed looking down upon me and is helping me to get the house across the street from her old house.
I will not engage...I will not engage...
Maybe a little two hour nap before work will help.
I will not, oh. Well, merde.
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