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So much of note has happened since I got to work that I could no longer ignore it, lest it be lost for ever, or left to the fairly tough mercies of my vivid imagination.

On the way to Gios, quite possibly the greatest pizza I have ever had, the wind was kicking in the sort of madcore way that it hasn't done in a long, long time. Its one of the things that makes hoboken hoboken; the intollerable wind that moves men to; well, one side or the other. Today though, it almost felt gentle as it blazed its trail around me, as if to say "don't worry baby, I got'cha back". Its as if it was appologizing for not being so strong last year.

Then, realizing that my personification of the wind might have been a little off, it promptly kicked dust up into my eyes, causing some momentary blindness which resulted in me walking head first into the Stevens van outside walker gym. Fuckin wind. Its good to be back.

Saw macgregor on the way to Gios; he looked to be leaving Gios. Got me my standard chicken slice + meat bun (beef patty) for 4.70 American dollars, and made my way through the silicone storm and back to work. Heres where it gets obnoxious.

Because I am sick of johnny's comeback remark towards everything I say of "did you get your hard drive yet", I decided to call Forest Lake Solutions, who are not linked so that you might never find their cursed domain, where fiery dragons black as coal breathe gaseous death into every crack and crevice. Anyway, some Indian chick picked up, and called me sir a lot. I like being called sir. The call follows:

girl: Hello, Forest Lake Solutions.
jing: Uh. Hi.

jing: I made an order on the 5th of august an..
girl: What's your order number?
jing: Uh.. hold on.

jing: forestlake9-####
girl: Please hold

girl: It will be shipped tomorow.
jing: uh..
girl: It was on backorder. ok?
jing: but it was charged to my account on the twent...
girl: Thank you for calling Forest Lake Solutions

That damn girl. She was lying. Im going to go do work now. Ciao.