After seven years, I met the man who signs my checks. He's quite the bumbling, hapless little man of God (radar plus mulcahey). He welcomed me to the staff, then realized his mistake and stammered and laughed his way out of it. I'd been told he was an asshole, from a source I learned to consider a long time ago, so I figured he was probably all right.
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What's darker than six in the morning? Five in the morning.
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Gabby made bright blue silly putty at school and showed it to me. She was shaping it into different things, like clay, and I asked her what the best thing to make is. She said a button. I said how come. She looked at me like she couldn't believe I was so stupid and said, "Because when I press the blue button I turn into an ANGEL."
Olivia said she was a train. There was no choo-choo or chugga-chugga, she did not put her hands on anyone's shoulders nor enourage them to hold onto hers. She just said, "I'm a train. Because trains can't talk. Because I don't want to talk to anybody." She later changed that to, "Well. I don't feel like saying anything. But somebody could tell stories to a train, I guess."
