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The misfortunes of arriving late at work: receive an email that says
"Chocolate iced Eclair Cake in Coffee/Copy room". Go to the coffee/copy
room. Find nothing but napkins and clean plates.

On the other hand, *squee!* I passed the motorcycle written test this
morning! Now I have to take my birth certificate to the DOR and get the
actual permit, and also plates for the scooter. Then I'll be legal to
drive around town.

Pink

I am having a crisis of self-redefinition. I have suddenly and abruptly
ceased hating pink. A few weeks ago I wore pink pants to work, one day
the week after that I wore top-to-toe pink, and yesterday I bought four
shades of pink yarn (plus turquoise) to make myself a purse.

I scare myself.