It sounds classy with a title like that.
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Since we’re on a blog name basis, middle_management, Philly is not a world capital, but neither is Brooklyn. Some would say it’s the ugly step sister (along with Staten Island) of Manhattan. 
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I promise to have pictures soon – I want to set up the tripod and take some night pictures. I’m pretty beat as is and don’t think the pictures would come out quite well, yet. That and I want to take pictures outside, looking in, because I did the windows as well (albeit poorly).
In response to the inquiries – I don’t think $100 was too bad for the tree + base. Quite frankly it’s gorgeous, and smells lovely. I was expecting to pay closer to $175, but my is it nice.
And as for the kitties, they have been miraculously wonderful thus far. They haven’t launched themselves into the tree, nor have they tried to knock it down; Denby lays underneath it (he loves the tree, he is constantly hanging around it, including as soon as we put it up) and Peja is warming up to it (he seemed to avoid it like the plague, but just now I held him and he smells like pine). Denby knocked down one ornament and tried to eat a ball, but otherwise has been very good. Both have. But with Peja, you never know.
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I don’t like face time. I’m going to keep this as nonspecific as possible, but I’m not good at it. With the project I *feel* (though may not be necessary) like I need to schmooze sometimes, as well as the promotion – and thus far it has provided a results, so I’ve continued to do it. But I feel dirty afterwards.
I’m not sure how to resolve the two.
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There are a lot of conspiracy theorists at work too. Mostly about the Pentagon, but I’ve always believed that the hit on the pentagon wasn’t by an airplane.
I just don’t. It’s simply not possible, especially with all the photo documentation.
But I’ll leave that where it is. I’m convinced the government has no interest in us whatsoever – and manipulates whatever it needs as necessary.
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Later this week I want to introduce you to my 2 foot, 35 pound behemoth known as my desktop PC.
Ironically, it’s too big to sit on my desk.
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That’s it for now. Good night.
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