Overslept by an hour.  Can’t remember the last time I did that.  Throws my entire internal balance off.

They broke the AC.  That’s what happens when you run it constantly.  Despite my glee at not freezing to death I swear I didn’t break it.

Ooooh K brought the amazingly delicious obscenely fattening dip.  Must resist.

Open the windows!  Open the windows!

Oh no.  She’s quitting smoking again.  I need soundproofing for my cube.

Today’s soundtrack: The Cars – Greatest Hits.

I miss going out dancing every week.

Stop pinging!

Poison.

Dammit!  The third floor knows my name now.  It’s all “Give Jen the special special projects!” all the time now!

Parasitism.  Excellent piece by Victor Davis Hanson.

Oh  it’s Bruce Campbell‘s birthday!  Happy Birthday, Bruce Campbell!  He’s so awesome.  Michigander!

Nothing creeps me out more than when activists or government officials start talking population control.

Mmmdipmmmmm

My will is weak.  I will not go back for seconds.  In fact, I better go walk that off.

So.  Humid.  Storm again already!

Check out my friend Dan’s new site.

For the love of all things strange OPEN A WINDOW!

Darth Vader.  You goofball.

I’m so zennish these days that my crazy Helena Bonham Carter/Glenn Close hair isn’t even annoying me.  That’s right.  I’m embracing the fro.

Why don’t I have the “action” option?  Why can’t I remove myself from this frenzy of reply all nonsense?  Let me go, damn you!  Let me go!!!

A pox on the creator of “Reply All”.  A pox I say.

He’s hitting the ice cream truck with Pontius Pilate.

Thunder!  This is Jen weather all over the place.  Wait.  Sun??  Hissssss!

I haven’t had a good scalp massage in entirely too long.

I don’t know what to do with these fragments of conversation.  You’re not there.

Bloop.

Intriguing.

The Anti Terrorist and Monetary Crimes Division of what?

I’m not part of that world.  I just have this one.  It’s very small.  Cozy.

Want.

Random non sequitous.

It’s like an irritating joke that’s been told too many times.

Damn, they fixed the AC.

No one is appreciating the pants-wetting hi-larity.

mmmmmmBreakfastmmmmm

My check from the Koch brothers must be running late this month.

And now for your Damian Lewis break.

I don’t have any vowels, damn you!

We can’t all wear toast on our ears.

I’m on loan.  Like a temp.  Everyone is very grateful.  Or so they tell me.

Wish I was on summer vacation.

om or something.

But I’m not a notary republic!

It wants to rain.  It should rain.

Stranger in a strange land.

I’m sorry, but I cannot help you with this air conditioner.  This is not my office.  Lather, rinse, repeat.

Head.  Hurt.

I don’t know what I’m going to do with all that quiet.

But they’re bulky and shapeless.

There’s no volume here, David Lee Roth.

Calling IT will take too long.  Flabbergasted.

I might be too cranky for this.

I have Miss W’s sandwich container.  These dinosaurs make me happy.

It’s nice to be busy.  I don’t really miss the interwebs.  I miss some of the people.

It’s raining.  No walk.  Sigh.

This Diet Coke is flatter than it should be.

Ohh!  It’s supposed to get thundery!  You know I love thundery.

Ha!

Hiatuseseseseseseses.

I still say it’s weird.

There’s a light …

Steel toed boots.

Oh that’s where my workplace violence notes are.  I should call a safety committee meeting.  So we can talk about how safe we’d be if only …

Why do people say “THAT’S what I’m talking about!” When they want to enthusiastically agree with something?  Particularly when they hadn’t actually been talking.

Ugh.  I’m stuck.  Help.  I don’t remember this part.

Oooh!  I just taught myself a new Firefox trick.  I wonder if it only works in stupid Windows 7.

I hate you Windows 7.

Why why why does this woman insist on only using one monitor?  It’s sooooo much more efficient and sooooo much easier to have two!

Cease to resist.

It’s like Medieval Times but without the turkey leg and insufficient wet-naps.

I’ve always wanted one of those.

Officially official.

I just think some compensation is not unreasonable.

I’m about to run out of iced tea.  Duh duh duuuuuuuuuh.

Are we there yet?

Uh oh.  Now you’ve done it.

I’m sorry, I haven’t had time to troll the interwebs for you.  I know.  I bore you.  You’ll get over it.  EDIT: I think I mean trawl, not troll, because I don’t generally troll.

Where is my thunder?

I’d thought about a bubble bath, but that would require dealing with the floordrobe.  It’s just not worth it.

Redundant.

I need to paint.

I have visions for my living room that don’t include those couches.

Now it’s all confusing.

Oh look at that!  Better plow.

Don’t forget.  I can’t remember.  Sorry bobbin.