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January 28, 2013

it’s a ketchup bottle day.

you know the kind.  you’re smacking the bottom of that heinz 57 bottle until your hand turns pink and throbs.  then you pick up your knife and jiggle it back and forth and try to coax the paste from the far corner.  at the speed of a glacier in a footrace the ketchup slowly slides down the sides, taking its sweet tomato-y time.

time is ticking.  but this work day is slower than coercing a dollop of ketchup from its bottle.

mmmm…now i want a cheesburger.

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