So here we are again at work at 11 at night. And my day of rampant thoughts have me exhausted. Either that or it's the allergies. I'll just keep writing it down on scrap paper and napkins and the running text file on my computer. And someday I'll have time to make it seem less like incomprehensible monkey dooky, uh, dawdles, er, doodles.
Peace,
Simon
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in the office? i hope at least you have the music cranked up.
Hi,
I'm doing this really silly thing where I look up the blogs of other Simon's. But oh my goodness, what a story you have! Hope you have a nice day, from one Simon to another.
I don't even think my office is open at 11 at night.
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