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I played a little bit

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I played a little bit of frisbee earlier today with Bryan, Stacey, Jen, and Sarah. I think I pulled some kind of muscle in my neck or shoulder, and it is not making me happy at all.

I have to remember this.

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I have to remember this. No more can I go to bed with a headache, without taking Tylenol, thinking I will be fine in the morning. I never am. I woke up early and I was positively sick. I proceeded to take some Tylenol and hang around since my stomach felt like it was going to explode one way or the other. I contacted work and warned them of my situation. Eventually I got back in bed and woke up an hour or so later.

Hopefully my waking up sick had nothing to do with the dream I had. I dreamed I was shopping for Tylenol in a big supermarket, and I ran into Bryan, Zannah and TheJames.

By 5:00 today, I was

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By 5:00 today, I was done with most of the major work I needed to do in the office. Did I leave? No. They decided to buy a new computer desk, printer table, and file drawer from Staples. So they went next door to pick the furniture up and brought it back to the office. So I ended up staying for another four hours putting the stuff together with the other four people who were there. One good thing did come of this — free pizza. Free food. You can’t beat that with a stick.

But once again, the drive home was a pain. It was going pretty well because I decided to go further on the turnpike to avoid the mess on Route 1. So I got off at exit 8A, and still hit the construction on Route 1. Grrr.

Yes, another night of not

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Yes, another night of not being able to sleep. Gotta love it. Here are some notes. I’ve activated the links to the about me, my music, and webcam sections, as you can see to your right (and backwards). My plan for my pictures section is to scan in a whole bunch, put them into categories, and make each category an album by itself. That could take a while though, so hang in there. There are four (count ’em) days till my half-birthday, if such things matter. Only six months left until the completion of my first quarter century on this planet.

I remember what the third

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I remember what the third thing was. Well not really, since this didn’t happen until after I wrote that last entry. As I was leaving work today, I got stuck in the elevator. As it was going down from the third floor to the exit (yes, normally I would use the stairs but the stairways are discontinuous, so instead of walking around the whole building, I just take the elevator), It got stuck right before the second floor. The inside door to the elevator decded to open, while the outsde door didn’t. So I rang the alarm bell several times. Someone asked, “Is anyone in there?” and I responded, “yes.” He assured me, “hang on, we’ll go get the police.”

Which is odd, considering our offices are in a police department building.

So I’m waiting for a few minutes, thinking maybe they had to get the police from the next town over, which would even still be only one block away. I look at the outside door and think that maybe I could open it with sheer strength.

The door opens, and I crawl out onto the second floor.

I walk downstairs two flights to the exit and at the bottom I see some people trying to get the elevator open. What they’re doing is having no effect. I tell them it’s stuck on the second floor. One guy says, “Yeah, there’s a guy stuck inside.” I say to him, “Yeah, that’s me.”