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OH MY GOD DEATH BY A THOUSAND PAPERCUTS

I have spent all morning handling the kind of horrible tiny details that are at once both seemingly insignificant, hugely time-consuming, and vital to the continued wellbeing of my ducklings. Also I had to go to the Administrative Professionals' Day breakfast, which was nice enough, but I'm glad I didn't have to stay for STRENGTHFINDER! training. I have found my strengths. I don't think they want to hear about my amazing ability to write porn about people from the TV.

But because of all that, and because of the luncheon I'm catering (well, I say I'm catering it, truth is a local Mexican place is catering it, I'm just the Mexican Liaison) and because of the research work I got assigned this morning, I have not had a chance to even look at the last Dead Isle chapter or post the new one. I will do that this evening.

While I was writing that last sentence, three people came to talk to me about papercut issues. Not actual papercuts, metaphorical papercuts, but you get my meaning. I am metaphorically kick-flipping all the hell over the office solving crimes and taking names. (And office supply orders. And food orders for next week's lunch.)

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Today just never stopped being a day. Although I will say the lunch I set up went off extremely well. The food was pretty much just enough, which was good, because I was worried that I had ordered far too much food. But my 25-person team-and-colleagues managed to kill half a gallon of salsa, a pint of guacamole, four pounds of meat, at least two pounds of rice, a giant bag of chips, thirty tortillas, and a dessert platter. Note to self: next time, two boxes of lemonade.

Hilariously enough, the word from above came down about "less business lunches!" right before we scheduled three in three weeks. Next week we're having catering from an asian fusion place, and their duck banh mi had better be fucking worth all this trouble.

But I did manage to get to the library to drop off some books, including a dreadful biography I can't remember the name of now, but argh, someone needs to write a "ten things not to do in biographies" essay (it will probably end up being me). Then I came home and fell off the Wii.

I haven't fallen off my Wii Fit in ages. I do it mostly for balance and my balance, while not improving, has at least plateau'd acceptably. But I just bought the "Plus" edition, which has new games on it, and one of them is a Segway game where you lean forward to make the Segway go forward. As it turns out, if you lean too far forward in an attempt to pick up speed, you fall off.

Mind you, sitting with my left ankle propped up and iced did give me a chance to plow through my Dead Isle backlog of comments. It's so interesting how two or three people will remark on one thing, and then like a day later someone else will make an offhand remark that TOTALLY FIXES the problem I'd been wrestling with.

And thus Dead Isle: Chapter Six is posted!

Time to eat a sandwich and pass out. My life is very exciting. :D