Zara has left for ten days leaving me ten days to fend for myself in this blustery wasteland. She had to go see the new baby, which I suspect is what her witness protection advisor told her to use as an excuse to "get the hell out of dodge for a few days." E-mail interception my friends. Learn it well. I am on to you, Sykes!
Currently, I am at work and have made two sales. The day is more than half over, and I still need to close the store for a thirty minute lunch period. Profit is looking bleak for this wet Thursday afternoon. I don't think I have ever had such a lonely job.
Times like these I can most relate to an over-zealous dog that gets left behind a lot. Glances at the door often with quiet anticipation. Ears perk at the slightest indication of life outside. Licks and jumps (and sometimes pees) all over people when they walk in.
-Lonely
-Unwanted
-Randy Quaid.
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