Mystery

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.