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OK, people, it's time to be afraid. Be very very afraid. I have my book of poetry with me today, thinking about starting to mark some of it up while waiting for responses to e-mail i sent an hour ago, but can't really proceed with more work until i have it.
Consider yourselves lucky. Nothing in this book dates before university, which means you'll be spared teen unrequited love angst, usually written in Russian and French. Hopefully there are no copies of any of that stuff extant anywhere.
That doesn't mean you're going to escape without a dose of angst or schadenfreude. Hopefully there'll be something there of interest to you.

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It's a very bad thing when i get bored at work and actually have something i feel like working on. Today, since i spent most of the day waiting on people to respond to their e-mail and give me the go-ahead to get the automation guy going on getting stuff done [wouldn't make sense to waste his time if what i think we should test and what my boss thinks we should test are different, and *i* don't want to have to modify the scripts after they're done- the test consists of about a hundred different steps] {look- more nested parenthetical statements, since i'm rambling and i know how much some of you just *love* it when i do this}), and had brought my book of poetry, i did some non-work related productive stuff, and marked up some of it and posted it to the poetry page on my website, which had been waiting for content for too long. I've grabbed things pretty much at random- most of what's posted now (there are five pieces, i'll do more when i get home unless it's a totally hellish commute) is six years old, with one piece dating back thirteen years, just because you all needed the angst and i wasn't sure if i'd have time to get to much more of it.

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...but not the sort i can't share here. I've mentioned my fried Liz here a few times before- she's the *one* person in my division (not just my team, group, discipline, but the whole International department) at work i really like. She stopped by about 1:30 this afternoon, saying that she had to run out for a test. Being typically clueless, i had no real idea what she was talking about until she said that her husband has told her that she can stay at home if she has another, at which point i figured it all out. About an hour later, she came back, and said that the test was positive- she's going to be a mommy again. And i got to be the first person to hear the news- before her husband, kids, mother and sister. Makes me feel special! :-)

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Added another piece to the poetry page. If you're a Smiths or Nine Inch Nails (specifically around The Downward Spiral), you'll probably like this one- it's hurting, depressed and angry enough to make a full album's worth for both of them. I don't know if it's possible to have a lower self-image than i did at thie point this was written.