Listen Here Now

I am so tired. Tired and I are fighters in a boxing match and we're both so exhausted that we're doing that thing where boxers just kind of bear hug each other and randomly punch without causing any damage. Also it's deathly cold here, here being work and not the Arctic, which is what it feels like. Seriously, it's so cold my hands are aching. But it helps me not fall asleep so that's nice.

I'm also hungry but instead of food I'm going to go get the strongest coffee I can find and I'm going to drink it all at once. And then I'll probably cry because my throat is burned. You should never drink hot coffee all at once children and that's why I am going to get iced coffee and so really I was joking about the throat burning and the crying. Besides I never cry. I'm too tough.

I don't have any stories or topics of interest. I do have a dirty joke though. Just everybody go hide because I'm going to go ahead and tell it. Here it is . . .

Men are like hardwood floors . . . lay 'em right the first time and you can walk all over them forever.

Leslie knows that one because I told it to her.

Oh gosh I feel like I could sleep for a couple days and then go camping. All right, I suppose I'd better get back to work. Several things are happening at once and as I can only concentrate on sparkles and gypsy bangles right now I'd better stop and make an attempt to focus on accounting related things. That's totally lame and I'm not really going to do it, but I'd better go anyway.