I forgot to set the alarm last night and slept 11.5 hours last night (I average 6.5). I made up for the induced lethargy with half a pot a coffee Tara Reid-style and now I have mosquito brain. Deadlines! zah! Meetings! zoh! Projects! zeeeeeee!
On the plus side, my complexion is glowing and I'm speaking 128 words per minute.
In discussing the future of this site, we got to talking about what motivates us to do something. (Like, oh, say, post witty observations!) It's come to my attention that I respond best to anger and aggressively bullying. The sad-eyed disappoinment thing only brings me as far as paralytic guilt, and not one fucking thing is ever going to get done that way.
So, you know, here I am posting, and only because Amy said she'd kill my cats if I didn't.
Someone with more seniority than me has been displaced from her desk because the person who makes these decisions likes me more. I would feel bad about this, but the displaced person is constantly misusing words and therefore clearly deserves every bad thing that ever happens to her.
