October 14th, 2001


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maybe it makes me a horrible person, but i'm glad that Dee, the annoying receptionist at my office, is the one in charge of opening mysterious letters that come into the office. that way, if someone, for some insane reason, sent an envelope of anthrax spores to us, she'd be the one to have to deal with it. one less headache in my life. plus, i bet i'd get the week off with pay. that'd be nice. no more annoying, worthless receptionist and a week of pay. oh yeah, living the sweet life...