Tuesday, October 31, 2006


I just spent the last hour on the phone with the WRS, and now I'm late for work and now I can't post anything fun and earth shatteringly interesting and now I must go to work with all the frustrated creativity flowing through my veins and now I won't be able to concentrate on the important work that I must do when I get to the office and now society as I know it will collapse in a dirty heap of disappointment.

Its all the WRS's fault.


Nina said...

I hate it when that happens!

By the way, Happy belated Birthday!

mist1 said...

It must be hard to be that important. That's why I enjoy my life. Everyone knows that I can't handle responsibility.