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Copyright 2006-2012 That's My Answer
One of those days? Oh, sure. I used to write about them.
The last one is now two weeks old…and continuing.
I hate it when that happens.
(Glad I haven’t had one of “those days” like you did, l’empess! I hope things are straightening out for you by now.)
Ick. It means I am moving from bad meeting to bad meeting, running behind the whole day.