Total yawner today. (Surprise? No.)
The path to a impromptu long weekend was smoothed considerably by me shuffling around the office and groaning quietly. People are even telling me to go home. I'd like to thank the Academy...
(Now, watch me get sick for reals and miss out on all the fun and frivolity. That would so fucking suck.)
Interestingly enough, I reckon I've used the word "fuck" or one of it's variants or derivatives in each and every post on this bizzitch. I deserve a cookie or something. Sorry: a fucking cookie.
I'm hooked on e-mails. I regularly correspond with about three people during the day. In fact, most days, that's all I do. Today, however, two are M.I.A., leaving me with a yawning emptiness in my Inbox. It's got to be so bad that the appearance of new mail causes a Pavlovian reaction of pure delight, which is invariably followed by crushing disappointment when I see it's just a random update from the IT people or a reminder to buy tickets for the holiday party. Fuck that. (See? I did it again!)
C'mon 4:30...there's rye and cokes to drink.
(Another factoid: on the Blogger spellcheck, "fuck" appears as "Fuji". So Fuji off, motherFujier.)
One last thing: I had two cigarettes last night, my first since Saturday. The first one was awesome. the second not so much. Lesson learned.
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