There should be certain rules concerning Friday. Friday should, by law, NEVER be a bad day. You should never feel beaten up when you go home on a Friday. This has been a BAD Friday.

It started off with a meeting I didn't want to go to in order to discuss a subject I did not wish to discuss. Said meeting, scheduled for 8:00, got re-scheduled for 10:00, which left me with a pre-meeting with one of the participants. At 10:00 we joined the third member of our little party, and proceeded to continue with agenda. At the end of the meeting, I felt a little better about my position in the overall scheme of things (ie, I'd had so much sunshine blown up my ass that my hair was glowing)and hoped that things would improve. I went to lunch. I came back and checked the news.

According to the late-breaking news at the Tennesean, I have no gas at home. It seems that Nine-Mile hill decided to pretend it was located in California, and so it slid, breaking the gas line that feeds Bellevue. This happened at 4:00 this morning. I had no knowledge of this, but I did wonder why I was running out of hot water. There was no news report on my favorite news channel - I think I'll let Mr. Orne know how disappointed I am. Long story short, after they patched the line, Nashville Gas has to come to every house, turn off the meter, clear the lines of air, and light the pilot lights. This is expected to take all weekend. I'm leaving at 3:00, in hopes of being home when they come by - otherwise, this will be a long, cold weekend, and I will NOT be a happy camper come Monday.

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