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New to me, new to you; all this since 9 a.m.
I have pockets in my coat. They aren’t actually pretend—the stitching is only temporary so dust doesn’t get in at the store, apparently. I’ve had this particular coat for more than a year now, but just this day cut those stitches free.
It’s snowing outside. Really, really hard. My office has no windows, see, and my boss—despite being blessed with a fantastic corner office—keeps his blinds tightly drawn at all times. Odd, surely.
Writing a story about electronic contracts and cross-border trade is unbearably boring and invites numerous distractions.
Online French newspapers publish comics in French. I don’t know why I never thought of that, and am seriously impressed with myself that I understood most of what was going on therein.
One of my top-ten list ghetto-cheap wines was on sale when I bought a sandwich. Two bottles are sitting in my desk. I find this outrageously amusing.
Drafting this list in the publishing template makes it look, to passers-by, like I’m actually doing work. Which, I daresay, I should be. Alas.
