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Apr. 23rd, 2006 06:37 amLast night, I told my process coach at work that I needed to go home early because my chinchilla was plotting world domination and I had to overthrow his diabolical plans before he enslaved the planet.
Why is it that when I fake being sick I get to go home but when I tell the truth people think I'm full of it?
Bah. I, for one, welcome our furry gray overlords.
Why is it that when I fake being sick I get to go home but when I tell the truth people think I'm full of it?
Bah. I, for one, welcome our furry gray overlords.