Ungh. Wage was tough today. I was right, that office has gone to the robot dogs. They called me when I was having dinner at sisterclone's, asking some impertinent questions about something I didnt do, and I didnt do it because they insist I work to rule.
I have a nominal deadline for the first and major move to silver city and its tight.
I was hoping to have two full freexers but that would be about a years worth of food, as it stands I have about six months. Apparrently veg will last one year.
Time to pack away the desktop, *deep breath.
Good Night, White.