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so, day 8…

my body clock is thrown with this daylight savings caper, i was awake WAY to early..

just got home from hockey, we played a team called the “bent” sticks, the Gay and lesbian team in the friendly summer comp, though these gay and lesbian people have a little too much anger in their pent up bodies, 1 mardi gras a year must not be enough of an outlet, because every monday night they seem to be hell (bent) on taking it out on the teams they face, theyt are a little serious for a friendly monday night comp.

anyway, we won, 3-0.. and we didnt even take it seriously…

work was busy, in a wierd kind of way..

how much can I say without getting into trouble, lets just say, i had to visit a poor chap who was convinced he could “HEAR:” the mobile phone signals, to such an extent, he had a baseball cap covered with tin foil, and walked around with it on his head. when we stepped outside the “area” he took it off, when we re-entered, back on..

lets just say, a little bit of information in the wrong hands, is just down right silly (not dangerous, his tin foil capers aern't a danger, unless u had a weak heart and died laughting, i guess..

but, im professional, and will look into it, as I have. the levels are high, but not excessive. we will see if we can turn it down a little to ake him less “hatty”!

and I ahve a project/task thats a bit of a night mare, that i keep delaying, but need to get onto.. which is a job for tomorrow..

anyway, the important stuff, 4856 steps

112kg (still)

1 game of hockey, (and the steps around this, that I didnt count? maybe another 500 + hockey)

whats a bag full of mobile phones called? a chatter of mobiles?

a collection of the phones in my bag, opart of a night worth of work, and the tools of my trade..