I have not done anything today. It is 11:28 a.m. and I have been plodding along the internets for close to 3 straight hours. They should have never given me an office. I fought the fax machine for 30 minutes in order to participate in the elaborate health plan my job provides. As my Walgreens and CVS receipts continued to jam and I thought, "Does Tommy Lee or Dave Grohl have these problems?" I would assume, no. I retreated back into my office shortly there after and stared down a paragraph on "data integrity". I dare not look back at that page. It makes me age. I'm left to scour the the grit off of a binary skillet and make mustard out of sage.
