...i really just don't feel like working. perhaps it's because i'm generally more productive in three hours than most of the people i work with are in a whole day. and certainly more productive in three hours than most of my clients are in a whole week. so i feel as though i can take a break occasionally to do nothing. it's my way of sticking it to the man. whoever that is.
i really want to go on a safari in tanzania. anyone want to join me?
i remember when i was in high school (yes, t, a very, very long time ago) i took a typing class. at the time, i took it because it was supposed to be a bird course (remember that phrase? bird course? sure you do). now, i'm obviously glad i took it because i'd hate to have to do the one-finger thing i see people like my boss doing. where was i going with this train of thought? uhhh... crap. there was going to be a point. oh well.
shut up. that's my point. ok, it wasn't. but screw you anyway! ok. maybe not. i didn't mean it. i need a cookie. someone! send me a cookie!
what? i wasn't kidding about that part.
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That's how I felt yesterday. I worked on two file. TWO. And finished them completely.
Then farted around on the internet ALL DAY. Then, apparently I BROKE the internet. (ok, so it was the main server that was down but I'm convinced it was my online shopping that did it.)
It was the most misereable two hours of my life. I had to text the rest of the afternoon. Poor wittle me.
two fileS
tw - yeah. so you know what time it is. we're awesome.
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