My Fortune Cookie
"You are admired from afar". I started laughing when I read it, because I thought it could be clarified with, "But up close is a whole different story, Sister."
Sleep Evades the Wicked
You know those times when you haven't slept very well in a few days, and you're sleepy all the time, and then you start feeling crappy, but then after about 9 hours of crappiness you start feeling a bit loopy and you just start writing stuff on your blog, but you're not really sure what you're writing, you just know it's one hell of a run-on sentence?
Yeah. Me, too.
Let the Hiring Begin
Our administrative assistant quit, so I've had the pleasure of perusing resumes trying to find someone who will put up with me for 8 or so hours a day. I rank the hiring process right up there with having to sit through an eight hour Baptist sermon while wearing a dress made out of fiberglass insulation, and the guy in the pew behind me is singing I Keep Forgettin', and he's off key and singing it in a chipmunk voice, and there's a kid beside me that keeps poking me in the arm over and over again until I want to slap his finger right off his hand, and to my left Rush Limbaugh and Mike Huckabee are making out and using tongue and everything, and Ann Coulter won't stop asking me if she can braid my hair.
Well, maybe hiring someone isn't that bad, but it's damn close. And fuck me, I'm tired.