Crashing...need more something

I can't work right now...in a bit of a funk lately...although not for any particularly good reason. Since I'm not working anyway, I though I should actually post something--especially to apease the posting nymphs who keep teasing me. I'm working on it guys!!

At this precise moment I'm feeling pretty shitty...I don't know why...I just came back from an awesome lunch with Kim, Paul, Peggy & Justin. I was all hyped up on caffeine but I think I'm crashing....need another fix of something...heh heh I've got sugar....Yes, sugar will do....

Dang...what is that funky smell?

I will never use Stean's (the bosses, collectively) washroom again...smells like an outhouse in there! I don't know what they've done, but it ain't good. I can't go in without gagging. Kim says they probably dribbled on the floor...men are gross...smells a lot worse than that. I refuse to get on my hands and knees to wipe up Stean's piss...so I figure I'll just avoid the problem all together.

The brainmeats are a-hurtin'

I don't wanna work, I just wanna bang on my drum all day....

My brainmeats are hurting today....I've been at work for two hours & only a pathetically small portion of work has actually been accomplished. My head's all cloudy & I can't concentrate...I wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that I have decided to switch from coffee to tea in the mornings...hmmm...quite possibly the answer....coffee must have that extra bit of zing which transforms me from the walking dead into a semi-functioning, mostly-conscious being. Had I not (in my hazy state) forgotten my wallet & change purse at home...I would definitely be enjoying a nice strong coffee right about now. (I don't drink the sludge they call coffee here at work.)

I had great hopes this morning....glorious golden dreams....piles of work evaporating from my desk as I productively hammer away at the keyboard....all down the crapper...reality: a sad, non-responsive pile of brain-dead muck amidst piles of files, papers & other office junk quietly mourning the loss of her precious brainmeats.