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February 05, 2000
Puff, pant, wheeze...
There's something dreadfully wrong with Mindspring. I can surf the net, I just can't get at my email. Being as I am thoroughly addicted to email, this is a bad thing. *sigh* So, if you've sent me mail, don't think I'm a big jerk for ignoring it. I just can't get to it.
Yesterday was weird and awkward. One of my coworkers just got a new job, and yesterday was his last day. Now, nobody actually liked this guy -- he's very immature and difficult to deal with. So no one was really paying much attention to the fact that he was leaving. He kept trying to attract attention, and not getting it. (Personally, I think everyone was trying very hard not to seem too happy that he was leaving.)
It's very quiet around here today -- Barry's off shopping for a Discman, and I just finished working out for the first time in ages. I'm all achey now, but in a good way. I hate exercising while I'm actually doing it, but about 20 minutes after I stop, I feel great. The problem is I'm terminally lazy, and I hate going to a gym. So I got a treadmill last summer, and for a while I was really good about using it. But, you know, it's winter, and I feel more like hibernating than working out. I really need to get back into it though.
Well, I'd like to include an email link, but until Mindspring is feeling better, it's not worth it. Maybe tomorrow.
Posted by Mary Ellen at February 5, 2000 06:30 PM