19 April 2004 - 10:18 p.m.
My day off, and I get a phonecall from my boss. She was asking me if it was okay to do something. In her own shop... It was a weird yet liberating experience. My ego is now the size of a weather balloon, and is unable to fit through doorways. It should have deflated by morning, but I can't be certain. ____________________Harv is doing well, although he may have a blue scar across his eyeball. It has in no way hampered him in chewing on passing legs, stationary legs, or random bits of log. ____________________Someone made a search for 'eloira diary' today. It turns out that I was in every single entry, on every single page I looked through. Again - odd... And just who were you? If you weren't looking for this place, then I apologise profusely. I probably ruined your day.
Wait, go back a bit! - Onward ho!
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