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I keep hiding my suits under my pillow at night yet the dry cleaning fairy is not collecting. Work is back to normal, aside from having to finish everything quickly to be out of town next week doing 'professional development' related activities. Read: reviving a poor track record of drinking on school nights with former classmates.

This morning my co-worker admitted she likes working on the weekends because "what else would I do?" As a rule, I only work on the weekends or during unscheduled hours if I need to redeem myself or look more competent than I probably am. She is crazy.

My former roommate finally figured out the secret move out and called about getting the key. I said I'd mail it. Given that my office is patrolled by armed gaurds I don't particularly fear any reprocussions for this antagonism.

I've been facebooked, but not called, by the guy I went out with on Saturday. He friended me as soon as he got home. This has been enlightening for two reasons. (1) is poking now awkward? I think it's done and facebook should dispense with it. Because the thought of doing it makes me feel uncomfortable. So therefore must make everyone feel uncomfortable. (2) Seeing profiles too early is problematic because everyone has something about the profile, even if it's evidence that all of your close friends are illiterate and type with two fingers, something that falls into the turn-offs category. And it forces me to flip through anything ever tagged of you. And then I wonder what the thing is that you will feel that way about hidden within my profile. And it makes me feel uncomfortable, so therefore it must make everyone feel uncomfortable.

I can see the government lunch exodus from my office window and figure it's time to join in.