my body tossed up the white-flag sometime around 9:30 last night, and i think together we died some sort of tiny death. i had a headache, a stomachache, and the knife in the back was still throbbing quite noticeably. but then i woke up this morning, after sleeping like a rock from 10-7:30 this morning. and i feel strangely better. nothing has changed, i just feel better. perhaps it’s the refreshing taste of lime diet coke, or not.
in other news, i think i might have had a dream about beautiful robert. in still other news, i have yet to lay eyes on the alleged 6’10” guy who works here now. i think perhaps it’s a myth. perhaps he’s like snuffleupagus or something. for the longest time most of my co-workers thought i was making up the hot guy from R&D since i was the only one who ever saw him.