Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Wrap it up. Reynolds Wrap, that is.
I think I would rather chew on tinfoil than work today. Yes, yes, I'd say that's a correct and fair assessment of my mood. My headphones got me through the morning. Now, having worked through lunch again, I see this afternoon sloping out in front of me like the white-hot sands of the Sahara and no Orangina stand in sight & while I contemplated a faux suicide attempt with a plastic knife, I just couldn't go through with it. It's so hard to get blood out in the wash, and I'd rather save my strength for whining.
Or chewing tin foil.
Or chewing tin foil.
posted by PlazaJen, 1:33 PM
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