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I promise not to hit, pumpkinface, but I don't promise not to tickle.
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SO. They're officially moving my desk over there for good. I'm filling out the TSR (Technology! Service! Request!) right now. It will be ever so much more difficult to slack off and play games over there. I feel extremely sorry for myself right now.

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AND. I am pissed because we never got to my presentation last night in Feminism, which means that I have to prolong the agony until Thursday, when I will finally be allowed to get up, stand behind a portable podium, shuffle and shift, and pepper my dry-mouthed stream of "um"s and "er"s with the occasional badly-articulated fact, for exactly three minutes.
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Fuck, I can't believe they're making me move my desk. It's so nice and private over here.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:16 AM | shower me with attention