I woke up from a nap and my eyes are completely swollen shut. I have pinkeye. I'm wearing sunglasses as I type this in the basement. I feel like I have porphyria.
I have no plans for the weekend, except I may take the kids to see a mock refugee camp downtown and I am going to an art potluck sunday night. For some reason, I am babysitting all day today for my nephew.
Just now, as I was composing my thoughts, Sweatone pegged Dbot with a magnet and a hailstorm of pennies. He's so brutal. Like a wolf. Dbot now has a bruise on her hand.
Zule has completely stopped doing any work product at work. He just goes to meetings all day and floats around talking to people in anticipation of his quit date. When he told me how he just goes to meetings and talks all day, all I could think was "sounds like management material to me."
Zule, get that TPS report done, bitch!