Friday, January 23, 2004

Love can spring up in the darndest of places. In gulags, in factories and mills, under some of the most inhuman conditions. Even in cubicle warrens. I'm watching the mating dance of a young techie who has set his eye on quite a prize - my cube neighbor. Smart, pretty as anything, quiet. I like her. She could be good for him. Who knows? It is 'sh!tting where you eat,' yes, but, well. I'll relax the standards a bit, as I'm not involved. I'm enjoying it, though. Makes me feel like I'm her age again, when I was at the music store and we were all joking around like and giddy. Sigh.

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