Thursday, April 26, 2007


I would love to say that I had a productive day today, but that would be a total fucking lie. I spent most of my day trying to perform twenty different tasks, all ranked "Priority #1," and praying that Yolanda Vega calls out our lottery numbers on Friday night. That, and obsessing about a colleague of mine whose breath consistently smells like he's been dining on the contents of my cat's dirty litter box. I am both disgusted and intrigued by this phenomenon and determined to find out which food and/or drink combination yields such a result. Wish me luck.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

You are surrounded! I got a chuckle out of this one.

1:10 PM  

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