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I'm back at work again. After one week out in the field, things haven't changed all too much. Well, apart from the fact that I can't access my e-mail anymore. *grumbles* Man, what's going on?
Anyway, I've got a lot of stuff to get caught up on. Must get back to work..
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This was a long day, shortened by the fact that I left work early. I've got a lot of outstanding issues, but I had to get a helmet exchanged and figured that now was as good a time to do it as later (seeing as that I probably won't have any chance in the next month).
Oh, I got word from Mr. Broomball via Stripes about an upcoming broomball tournament being held in Rochester in two months. Am I going? You bet your bottom dollar I am! It's for the entire weekend, and I'll be playing in the non-contact men's league. I took a peek at our potential team, and we've got a good mix of players. I don't know how well we're going to do, but I'll probably try to head down to KW on Wednesday nights for some practice time. (The Tuesday night games are on small ice, so it's not good practice for me.)
Ooh. Two months. This should be fun! *clasps hands*
It's been a year since I confessed. I don't know the exact date because I never actually wrote about it. It's amazing how some of the more important points in my life are lost because I choose not to write about it. *shakes head*
I've been going over some of my old e-mail. I'm just so amazed by the conversations I've had and.. it brings back a lot of memories. A lot of good memories. But they're only memories, and I shouldn't dwell on them for too long. It's time to move forward isn't it?
Yes, I think it's time.. for badminton! *grabs equipment*
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