i've decided to call any unproductive time at work "lunch break", coz we don't really have a lunch break. today's lunch break involved a slapping fight, between howie and myself. he declared war. and i think he won. but i got the last two in at the very end of the day. but then i apologised. so again he wins. but it hurt a lot - very red arms, with very burny feelings, and sore muscles from swinging to hit. my oh my... the maturity.
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