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One of the advantages to sitting at the e-mail desk is that I get to listen to one of the higher-ups flail at speaking Spanish on an order call. HEE. Unfortunately I opened my big mouth and started correcting her Spanish, which means I have to get pried away from my hidey hole on the e-mail computer and actually talk to people. At least the lady's nice. My Spanish vocabulary totally sucks.

I suppose dreams about making out with Mandy Patinkin (I couldn't tell if he was Rube or Gideon or a weird mixture of both) in my Grandma's old house on my old bed ... are better than dreams of getting glass chunks in my foot? But. Weird. It was some good kissing, though.

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