[untitled #421]

There is a tremendous racket occurring on the roof of our office building, which also happens to be our ceiling. It sounds (and sometimes feels) roughly like being inside a tooth during a root canal. Were I to hear the noises I am hearing anywhere else, my first instinct would be to get away, quickly. Instead, I am writing silly notes to myself and hoping that some construction worker doesn't come crashing onto my head.

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