Kip and 9.5 jammed on Friday night. I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.
[9.5 was the nickname of another guy at the help desk. That journal entry was entered to kinda make fun of him for hanging out with Kip. Ed.]
I am so sick of getting answers to questions I never asked.
[Kip didn't say this, it was just a general feeling about him everybody had. Ed.]
Phone ringing: "I dont care. I dont get paid enough to care."
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