Fried Friday

Lemme just say, on the off chance that Super Secret Agent FB0033 checks in, Happy (Belated) Birthday! I’m a dork and thought it was Friday. A can of Schlitz has been chugged in your honor.

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Wouldn’t it be nice if you had eleventy million dollars in stocks in a vault somewhere and it’s money you don’t need to live day-to-day? And wouldn’t it be fun if you dragged a bizillion stock certificates into your broker’s office and had the front desk cog entere them into your account at the speed of light? Yeah, I bet that’s a really great day! Alas, this cog was on the data entry side of that equation and now cog’s head is fried. And btw, this was IN ADDITION TO cog’s normal stuff to take care of during the day. Two days of no goofing off (except to email SSAFB0033) and now I must enter into a small coma. Not even a quick side trip to Cooklandia or a check to see if swine flu has wiped everyone off the face of the earth. Straight to Coma-town.

I wonder if my celebrity filled dreams are a result of the new supplements I’m taking. Last night’s star was Randi Rhodes and the night before was Prince. Can’t quite recall what they were doing, unfortunately. I bet it was something fun, though.