Had a peculiar thing happen last night– all up and down the east coast, people were shouting “You should have gone with Cousins at the half!” I assume it’s some sort of code. Or possibly a cult ritual, the nature of which escapes me at the moment.

Also had a little snag this morning– the person I’ve been telling everyone at the workplace hired me, came back from vacation. Fortunately, I diffused the situation by telling her that the guy down the hall (that she hates and won’t talk to willingly) hired me. I’m pretty confident she won’t go to him and ask if it’s true. The only downside is that she keeps giving me sidelong looks, now.

I plan to be irresistibly charming, later. Hopefully that will fix it.

Reporting From Earth,
Coosh Mezardwark

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