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- Weather and roads are horrible. Or were, last night. I think I made one of the managers cry. I called in before I went in, just to see if they needed me to come in, despite the ice storm, and she said she wanted me to, if I could (yeah, that was probably one of the worst sentences ever to be typed on this or any blog; I'm operating on little sleep here). So I did. When I got there, she came up and apologized and felt very bad; I guess she felt she guilted me into risking my life (which she did, in a small way... ;P). Later in the evening, I said "Yeah, and Jen (the manager, not my sister) almost got me killed today," and then she said she was going to go home and cry. And from what I know of her, she probably did. Then I felt bad. She said she was okay before she left, but I still felt bad.

- Our church moved to a new building, so I got to move a piano, organ, pulpit, etc. again. It wasn't too bad, and the other place was close by.

- My brother got engaged, but I still don't know the details. It's my own fault.

- One of the managers at work today (a middle-aged, overweight white guy) said that there's no way he's voting for a white guy to be president. He wants Barack or Hillary. I just walk away. It's not smart to argue politics with your boss, I don't think; especially since I'd win and then he'd be mad at me. Ooh, and the retarded guy I talked about earlier said "Well, I'm what some people call... an independent." That guy is great. Sometimes it's like working with the cast of The Ringer...

- It's chilly up here. I could be wearing warmer clothes, I suppose, but then I wouldn't be able to type this paragraph, and to be honest, I'm hurting for material. Maybe I should burn my hand again. I mean, you can only have so many teeth taken out, amirite?

- "Amirite" is one of my favorite things to type. I never say it when speaking. Only when I'm typing. I think it stems from my WoW personna. Man, I crafted that thing to the extreme degree (my WoW personna). And then i quit, and it's like I killed off a character in one of my many world-famous novels which stay atop the best-sellers list for 48 straight weeks until bumped off finally by the Oprah's-bookclub-suggested "The Butter-Battle Book." Hey, if Oprah suggests it, I read it. Who else would you trust to pick out the meeting of your literary needs?