This morning was clear and cool and bright, and there was wishful thinking on the grass. (Wishful thinking is what's on the grass when you'd like frost, and there isn't any, but there almost is. The thunder-obsessed BBC forecast is giving thunder every day for the next three days, but I don't believe it.
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I'm working on driving my workmates crazy by exposing them to some 73 tracks of Christmas Music on random play. So far, the Head Marketeer has carted off one of my CDs to listen to it in the back office, the Guy I Report To has told me it's Good to have music, and the Administrator has told me I'm making her homesick, and not to stop. Maybe the craziness comes later...
I'm considering raiding the bargain bins in the local music shops for more music, too. Bwahaha.
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I'm working on driving my workmates crazy by exposing them to some 73 tracks of Christmas Music on random play. So far, the Head Marketeer has carted off one of my CDs to listen to it in the back office, the Guy I Report To has told me it's Good to have music, and the Administrator has told me I'm making her homesick, and not to stop. Maybe the craziness comes later...
I'm considering raiding the bargain bins in the local music shops for more music, too. Bwahaha.
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