I'll have you know that I'm typing this injured. See how dedicated I am?

I sprained the little finger of my right hand by whacking it on the fax machine yesterday at work. I didn't go to the doctor or anything, but since I spent my entire childhood spraining and breaking my fingers and toes every fifteen minutes, I knew it was a sprain right away. I was yelling "Disability! Workman's Comp!" in a loud clear voice, but since I'm left-handed and only type with my left hand, it would be a tough claim.

When I was getting ready for work yesterday, I was watching TV, and I heard the announcer say:

"Thousands of people are gathering at Grand Army Plaza for a rally protesting police brutality due to begin in half and hour."

Wow, that is on well-planned rally! Was Dionne Warwick involved?

I think I've written something like this before, but I don't care.

I went into the bathroom at work yesterday and saw this cloud of smoke floating by the ceiling, and I thought "Jeez, was somebody smoking in here? What is this, high school?" but I couldn't smell anything. Thern I realized that it was just that my glasses were dirty.

The other day I was listening to the radio at work (big shock there) and the song Lollipop came on, and Dave said "Why on earth do they keep playing that song! Nobody eats lollipops anymore!" And I said "Because the song's not about lollipops, it's about fellatio, and that will never go out of style!"

One year ago today:
My folks made me laugh whenever we were on the subway.

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