I had to plug this into the Internet to figure out what it means:
S-H-I-T-H-E-A-D
I can only conclude that this is the work of that douche bag in I.T. because why on earth would anyone else go to such lengthy trouble to send me a binary-coded message? It's probably second nature to him and we haven't gotten the new Post-Its in yet, so this could only be from the stash I actually hid in his office. I know for a fact Legal doesn't have any because I stole theirs myself. It also explains the marginally tech-savvy DVD the other day and the steno pad he's been using this week is as outdated as the computers this place makes us use.
I don't know why this guy hates my guts so much. I've never done anything to him, and I mean literally nothing; I don't even say "Hello".
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