I know Mrs. Grundy

Good Morning, comrades.

[reminds me of a classic Ben question: B--"What's another word for comrade or compatriot that starts with an "f"?" J--"Um...friend?" ]

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So, first order of business before I start my real business is this: I went to see The Urgency last night and looooooved it. I was surprised. I guess I'm into rock music. Anyway, my bro and I know the singer, Tyler, and it just so turns out that the bassist is our 1/2 brothers' cousin. Oh, Vermont. I recommend you check them out. My fave song so far is "Fingertips"

I added a few of their songs to this ever-growing playlist [best if listened to on shuffle mode]




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Next, update on white noise messages:

1.21: 9:57am

1.21: 12.08pm


hmmm....still not connecting the [non-existent] dots on this little mystery

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I always get to the office about 30 min. before everyone and around 9am, when people still aren't here, I get this little voice in my mind that's like "wait...no one is here...is this some holiday that i didn't know about?!" and then I start fantasizing about what I'd do with my day off. And then people roll in.

For some reason it reminds me of one of my all time favorite Shel Silverstein poems:

Sick

'I cannot go to school today, '
Said little Peggy Ann McKay. '
I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more-that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut-my eyes are blue-
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke-
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched,
my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is-what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is...Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play! '


Ha, how adorable is that?! "what's that you say? you say today is...Saturday? G'bye, I'm going out to play!". Cute.

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WHAT?! My pulse is racing. No joke. I NEED this. It's getting hot in here...


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xo