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Fun fun fun day today.

The First Annual (Federally Mandated) Sexual Harrassment Seminar followed by the Race Back Home On Your Lunch Hour was held today.

Bah.

On a brighter flashback note, I had a GOOD Birthday.

J had to go up to look at certain things in Potential Academia-Land and invited me along.
She knew I'd jump at the chance... since D lives right across the way from where she was heading.

(Query: Should I ask these two initialled people if they want me to knock off the 19th century posing and use full names... or make up pseudonyms for them...? Sooner or later another J and D will enter the blog and though "confusion is nothing new" to me, I know it may not be for others... Then again... who the heck else is reading this but the people who already know who they are? +sigh+ I'll ask.)

So we headed up and surprised D in the Fortress of (Non-, at least that day) Solitude. Other people were there, but a good conversation was had by all and I learned a valuable lesson. I will _never_ have my Ikka teppanyaki stolen by D. Fhtagn!

We had lunch (more good conversation and merriment), parked back at the Fo(N)S and struck out for campus.
He took us on a lovely and DarnNearAll-Encompassing Tour of Campus and we even got to take a gander inside the TEC.

Back to the Fo(N)S and more good conversation until it was time for J and me to return back home.

I'm really glad that those two have met. No hackles raised on either side that I could notice, and I got to spend time with D on my Birthday.

Came home, had the Fam Birthday, talked to my Poet-Terrorist For A Better Society on the phone and subsequently decided to come out of FLOvian retirement.
What's a FLOvian, you ask? Have at it.

And I'm starting a fic about underground home contractors.

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