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21 September Last night I worked until 1a. I am almost completely insane. There is just so damn much to do at the office, I not only have a Pile of Shame, I have four Piles of Shame, not to mention a Drawer of Shame and a Hidden Stash Under the Desk of Shame. And did I decimate any of these Piles? Nope! I had to stay late to do the damned filing that must be finished before the auditors come at the beginning of next quarter, and we are all supposed to share in doing it, but it all seems to be being done by the New Girl and the Newer Girl, and I was given the fisheye by The Raccoon (the cooneye?) and told to take my damned turn. So I did. Not as much as I should have, but I hate it so much that I work at a somewhat s-l-o-w-e-r pace than I do when I'm doing my proper work. I remembered to bring my computer, though, and watched the DVDs that I got for myself for my birthday, Silence of the Lambs and half of Hannibal and honestly, all I want to do now is eat Anthony Hopkins for breakfast. I haven't seen Lambs in so long that I had rather forgotten how wonderful it is, and that great scene when Lechter attacks the guards and then just sort of stands around with blood running down his chin...That may have actually been the beginning of my thing for blood, that movie. So all I can say is, thanks everyone! Thank you Thomas Harris and Ted Tally and Jonathan Demme and Anthony Hopkins--thank you for this strange thing in my head. It certainly makes life interesting at times!
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