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-9:36 AM

I park around the back parking lot at work. Mostly because it's closer to the doors, and I work a later shift than most. So I usually buzz right past the front lot in the morning when I drive in.

So, some of the women in my department were just talking, because they both park in the front lot. Now, the office building is by two man-made lakes in an area that was rural for a long time. So, we have geeze and assorted waterfowl around. We can see signs of their passing every morning (Ew!). But this morning, as I heard it, the parking lot has a whole lot of feathers and droppings around.

This is what's been figured out: In the Lot, the lights were out for a bit. So, during the night, the geese and ducks would sleep out there, and be gone by sunrise. Now, last night, the lights were fixed, so we think they got confused. One of the women said that it looked like a gang war.

So now I have this little mental image in my head: The Geese vs. the Ducks, West Side Story style.

Complete with dancing.

This can keep me entertained for hours.

"When you're a Quack..." No, Kyle! Stop! Stop it now!!

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-10:11 AM

So, I finally caved and picked up my comics last night. I might, one day, actually drop books, because the stuff I do get adds up. I'll work that out later, what stays and what goes.

But, Exiles is good again, with something twisted happening in the latest issue that is making me wonder where this is going.


And...( Spoilers for another book ahead. )

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-11:16 AM

You know it's going to be one of those days at work again, when...

A customer is giving you their address, and it takes them three times to spell out the street name, then tell you 'I have to put you on hold so I can write down the name so I remember how to spell it.' On the street that they live on...

Sheesh.

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-1:30 PM

Gah. Work got real busy, real fast. Weird stuff, time-consuming tasks, and all the while in the back of my mind I can feel my place in the world. Or the real lack of it, or that little tingling feeling like I'm not in the 'reject' bin where I belong. But I keep it down far, because of one of the main rules. If you don't tell folks about it, you deny them a target. They can't hurt you if they don't know what will hurt you...