The sun's death rays are kicking me in the eyeballs again. That means it's about time to go home.
Today was another boring day in the newsroom. Except that Ryan just now jumped up and started randomly hitting keys on my keyboard and telling me I should let HIM write the blog.
I just had to backspace a lot to correct his attack.
Patti is yelling because Lauren-in-distribution strung all her paper clips into a chain.
I have realized I have become a shell of my former self. I look back on posts I wrote early in the year and I had so many projects and I was so busy and I was ACTUALLY INTERESTING. Now I've become a slug. A big, fat slug with an attitude problem.