I'm excited because it's been 7 months since I Fight Club'ed my hair off and I can *almost* get it in a little tiny baby Beethovenesque ponytail. I got the bright idea to comb bangs down over the top of my forehead rather than straight up like Brian Setzer and I think I want to kill myself a little less as a result.
Here I am, in a cube in Cubeville, Jesus Guy lurking:
Over the, as I call it, Maynard James Keenan holiday weekend, an HVAC unit in the building at work caught fire and burned some shit down (No, it wasn't me). It stinks so bad and it's so cold, they're going to move the entire Procurement unit into a conference room upstairs. We share one phone and 2 computers or some shit. Outraged by the concept, we all called Union reps and complained that we should be relocated to the Grand Sheraton downtown, but no one in authoritay is having that. So I guess I report to Room 1173 or some shit on Monday.