Its mid afternoon on a Friday.
It is a relentless fight of will power to stay here.
I don't know what I would do if I weren't here, but damn it I know there is something out there to do.
Complicating the issue is my dedication to reading blogs - and one of my favorites participates in CBW - and with Aunt Flo on her merry F*ing way out of my life, and a weekend to stare down, and a bigggg blurred cock in my face, all I can think of is who I will pounce this weekend.
And no, MOT, He is not on the damn list!!!
Think a solo quicky will make it EASIER to sit in my desk like a good little temp??
Or that I'll be able to concentrate on the four projects I could be doing right now?
Hmmm... only time will tell I suppose... but Happy Hour is really coming up quick... and I know my favorite roomie just got paid... and so did I... hhmmmmm...
EDIT: Confession: I was such a clutz this morning... I got the new creamer out of the fridge, noticed it wasn't pouring, twisted off the big cap to remove the seal - reading carefully the 'shake well' notice on the foil - , twisted the cap back on, and shook vigorously. Well, until I felt the smack of creamy white goo on my face. I forgot to snap shut the cap folks. And was TOTALLY late to work because I decided to wipe up the goo my dogs wouldn't eat for me instead of leaving a splatter of white splash across the kitchen.
Furthermore, it was due to this lame ass move and other amazingly lame things happening today that I fought my way through a lunch at home... homemade lasagna, pups to pet, a gym bag to pack (Thanks Curmudgeon Post!!)... and could NOT resist the urge to take the empty water bottle, dump a Diet Coke can into it, and fill the empty 4 oz space with Bacardi Dark.
Yep, Thats Right - I am confessing to you that I brought alcohol onto the worksite. Its taken me a good two hours to work it into my system, but right about now I am afraid to get up and go to the printer!!!!
Ah, its better than not being here at all I guess.
And I'm in a much better mood - though the CBW is still firmly imprinted as the ONLY thought in my head.
Oh, and I'm SUPER caffeinated too... that doesn't help a damn thing.
Hope its not too much pressure to keep my secrets. I'm a major clutz and apparently working on a serious alcohol addiction with a minor segway into a hair trigger sex drive. But seriously, isn't diet soda SO not tasty when its not a mixer???