After a bout of swearing during tennis yesterday evening, I made a pact with myself that I would tone down the dirty language. Unfortunately, it’s poker night so that’s out the window.

This afternoon, I am the only one here on the third floor of ___ Hall. I am getting a lot of work done, principally because the ass’t (not a swear!) director is not here blabbering on about something or other. Anyway, I took this valuable time that I have to myself to spend it with the office paper shredder. Man, are those machines wild! Using the paper shredder reminded me of a conversation I had with J about getting paper shredders as gifts. I remember my grandmother asked for one one year and J said that his father has one. We think that old people like paper shredders. Why? Old-fashioned Cold war paranoia! That’s why!

Actually, I don’t really know why, but I like to pretend.

Yes, I’m having the time of my life up here on the third floor of ___ Hall.