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Still trying to get back into work mode which is a made even harder by being in an oxycodone fog.
Had to drive over to Foxy's house yesterday since she swears that she got a call on her cell phone from her home phone and she is in Boston and I'm the only one with keys and her alarm code to her house. Drove over there feeling like I was floating on a boat high as hell on pain pills to find the house all locked up, the alarm on and everything fine. Guess she either has telephone using ghosts in her house or had a blonde moment. She did drop her iPhone into her dog's water bowl and had to let it dry out for a few days before it started working again so maybe that was it. I guess it's just going to be one of those many unsolved tranny mysterious of life.
Going to try to take a lot less pain meds today and get a lot more work done today.
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