Keboobalah, sung on my answering machine.

(to be sung to the tune of "O Tannanbaum")

Oh, it’s been a week.  And hallelujah.. that means we’re counting down to a weekend.  I’ve really had a very good day.  I’m not sure that it’s really been overwhelmingly fantastic, but it certainly didn’t suck as bad as yesterday.  Which, you know, is heaps better. 

For lunch, I walked over to our cafeteria.  I wanted a wrap from our wrap stand. (Mainly because they’re cheap, but also because they’re low-carb.) So I said, "Can I have your wrap of the day, please?"  The lady looked at me and said they were out of turkey.  "Okaaaay," I concede, "But the wrap of the day is a BLT."  Again, she proceeds to inform me of their lack of turkey.  "I grasp that," I growl.  "Can you make a Bacon Lettuce and Tomato wrap?"  She asked why I wanted a tomato on it.  "Because the T stands for tomato, not turkey," I rumble.  She didn’t know, she said.  Don’t you have to take some sort of sandwich training?

Eventually, I got my BLT wrap.  And a Big Grab bag of Flamin’ Hot cheetos.  So I’m a pretty happy camper.  I’ve also got a Mounds bar waiting for me.  Sometimes, you know.. you feel like a nut.  Sometimes, you don’t.

I am so ready to sleep.  Which means.. I imagine.. next weekend is my weekend to shine.

I really have nothing of interest to say, other than I did speak to Steph this morning and she sounded good.  She’s pretty much invincible, so I imagine she’ll be running marathons before I can get my shoes tied (but I double-knot them).

Random update, because I’ve been writing this for almost half an hour now.. the most disgusting thing in the world is to sneeze with a mouth full of Mounds bar.  It’s just.. eww.

You may be grossed out now, but the next time you lust after a Mounds bar during allergy season, you’ll think of me.  Oh, you’ll think of me.