Random Blabber to make your pancreas smile… yo

Me and my boss are having "phone answering races"

BOO.

She keeps beating me. I suppose that means we are both bored and workless.

oh tragedy and shame.

I should go take my lunch.

Must get gas. Must get to bank. (one or the other… bah)

Must get a salad for dinner since I won’t have a break once I get there (working 5 hours doesn’t qualify me for any sort of break, except for a 15 minute one at some point)….

must must must.

I also want something to go with the lunch I have. A teeny thing of chili and a teeny container of mac and cheese. Chili mac. mmhmm. but it’s teeny.

and i’m ravenous today. I have a handi snack.

I have had a 100 calorie pack of oreos. i’m hungry.

must have more food.

must.

perhaps I will purchase something like… i have no idea… to go with it.

mmmm i have no idea is so good.

tastes just like i have no idea.

and it only adds about i have no idea calories to my dietary intake.

i’ve forgotten how to work in the ticketbooth.

i am muchly afraid.

my head wants to run for governor.

my brain wants to go home.

i miss my children.

i want to be more lazy than i already am and be "sick" tomorrow.

but i can’t.

no no. i won’t.

i will come to work.

people are getting ill all around me. sneezing and coughing and being general germ mongers.

bah.

i’ll be next.

so i’ll save my sick time for true illness.

TRUE ILLNESSSSSSSS.

whatever.

lost my mind i have.

thinking of replacing it with dust bunnies and cocoa powder. maybe some candy corn, cuz it’s that time of year.

random blabber …

out!