I have decided to see how long I can go without voluntarily consuming sugar. Not for any medical or dietary reason but because I feel the need to spice up my life with a series of pointless self induce dares.
These new pens I bought are just the thing I needed to finish my screenplay. Well that and a plausible third act.
Am I a party popper because I refused to go and sing “Happy Birthday” to a co-worker?
Absolutely I am.
4345798 – The number of times I have heard the phrase “swine flu” used today. I expect it to become a major excuse anytime a co-worker wanted to take a day off this spring.
I never think to order Jimmy John’s myself but if someone around here mentions it I start flinging money at them while screaming “Get me a #7” at volume 20.
Every foreign office of ours seems to be off this Friday but that doesn’t bother me because I already took that day off.
Today is Samuel Morse’s birthday. Have a slice of cake in honor of the man who turned the bored drumming of fingers into a whole language.
On not being allowed to fail
2 days ago