What a weird night's sleep!

My bed partially collapsed halfway through the night (darn futon frame!), Monty and Milo decided that the best way to spend the night would be fighting right next to my head, and when I finally got up, the bit under my tongue was swollen. It's an extremely weird feeling.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to swallow when under your tongue is swollen?

I have another reason not to want to work with New Chick.

She had made a gigantic error in entering about half of the invoices (which was not entirely her fault) and she and Diane came to me and asked me to pull them from the pile I had. I wasn't actually finished with the checks, and I was glancing through them and seeing exactly how many there were and Diane said that maybe I should wait until I was done, and then New Chick, who was standing literally about two inches away from me said to Diane:
"Tell her to do that."

Tell her to do that indeed...bitch.

I miss Dave Jay.

He could be annoying, but we had recently gotten into the habit of quoting lines from My Favoutite Year at each other.

"I think Alan Swann is beneath us!"
"Of course he's beneath us, he's an actor!"
"No, I mean I think Alan Swan is beneath us right now!"

"That's Filipino pork and beans."
"Where's the pork?"
"You can't have pork! There's Jews here!"

You think there can be a few more James Bond themed commercials on? There are only about seven!

One year ago today:
"Well, I guess I got in at 8.30, then, didn't I?"

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