i have just returned from that place i go to everyday because they pay me. except today, for the first time in about 3 months, they actually made me do stuff for my minor ducats. it was, i must admit, almost refreshing. it’d have been totally refreshing if PMS and a really boring task hadn’t collided at once around 2:30 this afternoon causing me to send e-mails to the Comma Nazi (who i actually adore and is part of the girl clique at work) that said such things as:
• I have placed a voodoo curse on you and your clicking finger.
• I hate my life and want to die.
• The 8th Amendment of the Constitution protects me from cruel and unusual punishment, clearly you are violating my constitutional rights, don’t be surprised if the ACLU calls you tomorrow.

the Comma Nazi took it all so well, i think she’s missed working with me on the newsletter since the minion’s contract ended.

i also got an e-mail from the artguy that said ” I
probably would have offed myself if I hadn’t come out of my shell to get acquainted with you in the last year. Thanks for keeping me alive with your dark humor and shriveled chicken Mc Nugget of a heart.” and that nearly made me cry.