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I was booed at work. Apparently it is a good thing. I came back from lunch and there was a bag of candy at my desk. If I had known candy was on its way, I would not have gone to lunch. There was also a paper explaining that I had to put this picture of a ghost up on my cubicle to let everyone know I was "booed" and that I had to "boo" 2 other co-workers tomorrow. I was chagrined to be roped into doing something nice for others without my prior consent - this is like the office equivalent of a chain-letter. Then I realized that there were Tootsie Rolls in my bag and I immediately felt better. I noticed that some cubicles had these photocopied ghost photos up this week, but I had no idea this was going on. I just thought the office was being decorated for Halloween by really depressed people (which is not that far off from the truth). The moral of the story: uh, Tootsie Rolls justify minor inconveniences.

Sweet Lord, I've started vidding "Mission Temple Fireworks Stand." I can actually see most of it in my head - there is still a part I have not worked out, but still. If it sucks - blame Dawn. "Last Stand" appears to be finished. I'll have to look at it again tomorrow to be certain, I'm too sleepy now.