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Thursday, August 12, 2004

It's seriously Thursday. Strange. I spent most of Tuesday thinking it was Wednesday. I spent most of Wednesday convinced it was Tuesday. And this morning I woke up and seriously thought it was Wednesday still.

I know it's Thursday, though, because we have a sexual harassment seminar this afternoon. I'm looking forward to picking up some pointers. My ass-grabbing is top-notch, but I feel like my boob-cupping could use a little work.

We've been making jokes like this all week. That, and saying "Hey, you can only sexually harass me until Thursday, so get it all in now." The standard reply to which being...

Well, it's really not worth repeating.

So. Sexual harrassment seminar on Thursday. Which means that I've got over a day more...

Wait.

Oh.

Damn.

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