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It is, once again, frighteningly cold in my office. And I, being the absolutely retarded individual I am, decided to not wear shoes to work today.

Don't you fucking judge me.

I haven't been sleeping very well lately, maybe putting in a solid three hours a night and it's beginning to affect me. Last night, as I was driving home from work and talking to Thee Pumpkin Girl on my super sekrit spy ear piece cell phone, I saw a great sparkling bloom of red, white and yellow fireworks burst into the night sky. It was rather like when a magician produces a bouquet of fake plastic flowers from his sleeve because one minute, there weren't any fireworks and then there were and then there weren't once again.

At first, I thought it might be for the coming New Year's Eve celebrations, but no further sparkly things flew through the sky. It was a single firework (which is the singular noun for fireworks, thee Pumpkin Girl and I held a council and decided so). Nothing before it and no grand finale after.

Being that I was the only one in my car when this happened, I grew concerned that maybe I had imagined it and that sleep deprivation was beginning to catch up to me, but TPG assured me that this was most likely not the case at all.

I have no shoes on. What the fuck possessed me to do this?