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September 08, 2001-8:42 p.m. Today in Sa-land---Sa returns somewhat begrudgingly to the land of the living! Although I slept a goodly part of the day away, there are some small signs of a return to, if not normal, then at least to usual. I should be back to my old cantankerous self in time to return to work on Monday. I know you�ve all missed those tales and are beside yourselves with worry over the state of the prot�g� and the trucker�s daughter in my absence. I have it on good authority (IM with a coworker this afternoon) that nothing of note occurred while we were away except that the trucker�s daughter was evidently a bit under the weather as well, but staying home would deprive her of the opportunity to try out her unfailingly unsuccessful martyr act, yet again. I usually greet these attempts by dousing her with Lysol spray. I had to cancel my hair appointment today. That�s how sick I�ve been. I know. Why would I need a doctor�s note? One look at the condition of my coiffure should be evidence enough of my illness! **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
