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I can't believe this is my last day here. Forever.

There's just nothing like watching someone try to do a job you think is simple, routine, and boring and realizing that once upon a time, it wasn't.

I cleaned out two years of stuff from my desk and bequeathed Buddy the Rat and my screen dog to my coworkers. Gave my very cool European football banner to my manager.

Cleaned off my cubicle walls and now I have an hour in which to do nothing.

And then I'll clock out. And that'll be it. The end.

It feels like I'm starting to wrap up all the pieces of my life.

I can't decide how happy or how sad I am about it. Right now I just want to go home, take a nap, and have a lapful of Psychotic Fuzzy Goodness right now. And spaghetti.

The Id desires spaghetti. The Id desires sleep.

Well, hey. It's the Id. That's it's job: to desire. And at least one of us'll still have a job after today.