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No such thing as a weekend....

I'm sitting at work alone. In a big office all alone. I've been here since 5am and have been in the office alone since 5:45a. Awful thoughts keep running through my head...
"I hope I don't get kidnapped"
"I hope I don't get murdered"
"I hope no one tries to rob this office while I'm in it...alone"
"I hope my pepper spray will save me if someone tries to attack me..."
"I should have an escape route"....
Those are just a few thoughts that run through my head as I sit here... alone. I will be here in the office doing "work" till 11am. I don't really know what the point is for me being here.
Honestly, I don't know what I'm suppose to be doing, so I just sit here, waiting to get a phone call from the girls out in the field.
Aubrie is at home sleeping. His Brother and Sister came over last night and they are sleeping too... Am I sleeping? No. I'm sitting here, alone, in an empty large office, freezing because our heater doesn't work yet... I guess I cant complain. 5 hours to just sit here... i guess i can live with that. except that, id still rather be at home in my bed cuddled up to Aubrie, warm and sleeping. (I hope none of my co-workers see this... I'm blogging instead of doing "nothing". Thank goodness for Netflix.



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