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Here's a very cool quote I saw on a blog and am stealing to post here.

"Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot." - D. H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)

It came from Tiffany, aka the Exciting Coquette. Go visit Tiffany would you? I don't know her from Adam but somehow she found my blog and took the time to post a comment or two and I appreciate that sort of thing. So Hi Tiffany in Iowa. Happy blogging.

In other news, whoever packed my lunch mistook me for a rabbit. Oh right, that would be me. I have a container of raw string beans, a container of raw baby carrots, an apple, and a salad that also has string beans and apple in it, and craisins. I feel very healthy and all but I also feel very much in need of a hamburger. Or at least some sort of non-vegetable or fruit. Cheese or bread would be nice.

The filing project is coming along nicely thanks for asking. And I did get my groove on in my office. I put on Accuradio's Flock of 80s channel and the first song that came on was Salt-N-Pepa's Push It. That's right, I could feel the music pumpin' hard. They told me to push it so I did. You don't mess with Salt-n-Pepa. That song was followed closely by Bon Jovi's Livin' on a Prayer and Kool & the Gang's Celebration. It was like a junior high flashback and certainly made the time go faster. I only have a couple more files to purge before I start putting stuff back in the cabinet. Can I just say, for the love of god people, if there are already 5 copies of something in 5 folders you don't need six more copies of it in as many more folders. This is what happens when a project is shuffled from office to office to office with no one taking real responsibility for it before it moves again. That crazy chain of 'ignore it and it'll go away" stops right here people. I'm breaking the chain!

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