January 28, 2011
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I get out of the stalag at 6:30pm. a full 12'er. but even with the long hours, it's been forever since pooperdog left a puddle on the rug (she's such a good dog...with a HUMONGOUS blatter and a steel trap for a bung hole
!). we do our pooperdog walk, she does her thing, then share some Braunshweiger and leftover baked beans (she loves this combo platter. in small portions, of course). the fridge is officially empty of food once again. I'd like to do some food shopping, but it looks like I may have to work tonight, Saturday and Sunday night
(here's hopin' they drop Sunday...there was a question mark beside it on the bulletin board. maybe they'll take volunteers. I'll volunteer to not work
). I need one day to relax. I ain't 20 no mo'. I'll find my way in (kicking and screaming, but I'll be there) if deemed mandatory.looks like the other half of my world wide pants (back-ordered work pants from a couple weeks back) is on it's way today via FedEx. shweet! what else? how 'bout some sleep? k. sleep it is, then
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