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So somehow, in between watching Star Trek and following/participating in a game-geek flamewar, I managed to get a little bit of research and even writing done yesterday. Go me.

Another mystery day at work. I tried calling the Boss last night to see if there was any reason to come into work. As Springsteen didn't know who the fuck I was, I called my employer, but there was no answer.

(Okay, that was lame.)

So I came in anyway. Will he?

In the meantime, I don't think I'm caught up with the Brunching Shuttlecocks.