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At Home

I only pulled a nine-hour day today and now I'm at home with the delicious scent of a roast in the air.

I have made a personal vow to not go into work this weekend.

I'm going to go celebrate the life of a truly evil little creature who is turning 4 3 and I might see a movie and I'm going to read my books and clean my house. But I'm not going to the office!

(Reading my new work-related book doesn't count.)

Update: I got his age wrong. He's three not four. Four is the time I was to arrive. In retribution for my most grevious error, the monster farted at me -- twice. Woe is me!