shittles…
If one eats too mant skittles…one tends to get the “shittles” as I have……..at work…..where there is but one community bathroom.
Sleeping sickness
So, I know I’m now officially on vacation and all, but this is ridiculous.
I was awake for approximately 8 hours yesterday, and still only managed to get up at 10 this morning. What’s my damage? Did a tsetse fly sneak into our apartment yesterday for a nice meal of leg of Collene? Or even more frightening, is it my lack of coffee yesterday? Which prompts the question, is there an AA for coffee addicts?
Overheard in the pedway today
There’s nothing you’d rather overhear during your luncheon than:
“I woke up at 4 a.m. today from itchiness. I suffer from bouts of itchiness.”
A musing after a walk on Michigan Ave.
How does an adult living in any decade but the 80s ask for a rat tail at the salon?
Now mind you, this does not include the people maintaining a rat tail from the 80s. These are the people that decided, hmm, maybe 8 months ago (based on current tail length) to tell their hairdresser, ‘hey, keep that there patch in the back, I’m going to grow me a rad rat tail!’ And the hairdresser either said, ‘great idea! so retro!,’ or said ‘thank god I’m not dating you,’ rolled her eyes, said a small prayer for mankind and did it anyway.
Truly, how do these travesties of the hair happen?
Meet me at the ball…
…Yesterday, the proctors of the building that lease space to our workplace
treated us to a building-wide holiday luncheon! I ate 7 meatballs that I extracted from
a sterno-heated aluminum pan and a slab of bologna wrapped in a stale, enriched white
bun.
Happy Holidays!
