I guess the most tiresome thing about sharing a cubicle is having people come in and hold mini-meetings or conversations while I'm quietly trying to work. Or more likely, while I'm quietly trying to read when there's nothing to do, without looking like I'm blatantly goofing off. Work doesn't take much concentration, but reading Joyce certainly does. Oh well.
I saw Deb here again today and found out that it's her birthday. Happy Birthday Deb! Maybe she'll show up at FNW tonight and we can get her a birthday waltz. As always, I'm looking forward to the dancing. I wonder if Richard will play any of the songs I've been sending him? That would be nice.
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