opabinia

That's why people write sometimes, I bet.

"We should talk."

"Okay. What's the bat for?"

"So I won't cut my knuckles on your teeth."

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If I don't swing the 'bell tonight, somebody needs to kick my ass. I've been slacking, and that colors my mind when I'm not looking. I have a prescription for one-armed swings, "walks" (wandering around holding the 'bell straight overhead in preparation for snatches), military presses, and a shitload of cleans, probably in that order (so I don't brain myself during the walks).

I need to call HR back today. Please specify this and that in the offer letter. I'll sign it and fax it back. Oh, and I should talk to the administrative assistant here. Doot.

Ha! I can't stay pissed off. I'm happy. It's great. [superstitiously removed raspberry at the Universe]

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Edit: No, I don't feel like taking a bat to anyone's teeth today. It's just a metaphor, you guys.