hi. it’s 8:30 in the morning. i’m at work. showered, hair-doed, and everything. well not everything, i have no diet coke with lime and that is a sad, sad thing. usually i don’t even leave for work for like another 10 minutes. this is what happens when you are pretty sure you’re about to be attacked by the flu and go to bed at 11 p.m. i woke up at 6:11 a.m. and sat around for as long as i could until i got bored. so i came to work early.

maria totally freaked out when she saw me. “it’s 9:30 already?” hardy har har.

ok, this isn’t even funny anymore. i just had two other people come up to me and ask me what’s wrong and why i’m here so early.

“i thought my watch was broke when i pulled into the parking lot and saw jodi’s truck here,” julie said.

i should show up at 8 a.m. tomorrow just to fuck with them all.