It's National Day today and I'm working. I'm sorry to be missing C's picnic -- I want to see and play his new puppies so bad. But I'm not sorry to miss National Day. I used to like watching the parades when I was a kid. But I was a kid then, when marching columns, mass displays and jet fly-pasts were a wonder to watch. But now, they don't do anything for me. National Day has been reduced to a bunting of tiny red and white flags outside the office window.
Oh, the stack of boxes have there forever. One day, someone put up a sign "Box Office" (well ha ha) on the wall and I guess that means the boxes will now stay there forever.
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Is that the view from your office? Nice.
What's with the boxes?
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