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*flails*
So we're supposed to be having new carpet and paint done in the office this weekend. We've known about this forever and have leisurely been getting ready for it. But all of a sudden things happen and OMG we might have to pack up by tomorrow already! We've been madly scurrying around now. This involves me removing everything from my desk since I'm getting a new desk out of the deal as well.
I've overheated the shredder twice already. MWAH. (No, don't worry. I'm not trying to destroy evidence or anything. I work with some confidential financial data that can't simply be tossed when I'm done with it.)
Back to it.
I've overheated the shredder twice already. MWAH. (No, don't worry. I'm not trying to destroy evidence or anything. I work with some confidential financial data that can't simply be tossed when I'm done with it.)
Back to it.

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I can just see The Donna's joy, cleaning out the console room of the TARDIS, shredding all those post-its, and the Doctor's horror at finding all his Very Carefully Organized in a Way Recognizable Only to Him notes about needing to pick up jam at the store last week shredded into itty bitty pieces.
Hee!
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The Doctor will probably never be the same after The Donna gets through with him. :D