I am sitting on my bed, two of three dogs curled up beside me, typing on my Mac and reading a couple of blog entries, when I should be on my way to work.
I am dressed and ready to go. And I am just not, you know, going.
Maybe fear of the baconic plague will keep the assholes out of my office today. Highly unlikely. This group doesn’t fear anything. I’m half tempted to hang garlic and a crucifix over my office door to see if that would keep the sanity-suckers out.
A gun loaded with silver bullets would be strictly against company policy.
Any old hoo, I need to put down the computer and leave. Now.
Still here.
DAMN IT!!!!
