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through the roof There is a small incident from Sunday that I want to mention quickly before I move on to today. When I was leaving work that day, some of my coworkers were standing by the front of the building smoking. It seems that they were waiting for nine o'clock to arrive, then when they saw me leaving they knew that it was time to leave. The group dispersed and walked to their cars behind me. My leaving caused a mass exodus. As we walked to our cars one person even commented aloud that I was honest and if I was leaving then it must be time to go. Once again I am amazed at the image that I project to others, but he was right about the time and me. I had waited until almost the very last minute to leave even though there wasn't anything left to do. I don't even punch a clock, but I stay and do my time. I guess that there can be far worse images to project than the one that I do. I dreamnt that I had built a roof from wooden dowels or rods. Each rod was the length of twenty feet or so. My bamboo like roof sat atop a normal colonial two story and fit perfectly. The strange part was that I was hanging from the center of it until my weight made it bow enough that I could reach the floor of the attic with my feet. Then when I let go of the roof, I woke up. I couldn't get through to my internet service provider tonight and that ruined my whole day. All that I wanted to do was get online to read journals and my email. Its how I like to relax.
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