...and then I realized it's only been two hours. Boo Denise. Poor Sue is chugging along on her expense reports and here I am fussing over nothing.
My head feels like I have a plastic bag over it. It's like no oxygen is getting to my brain. Maybe that explains my poor hearing when the candidate was talking to me about Brazil. I swear sometimes I think I'm retarded.
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