Sudden inexplicable deja vu.

Doesn’t seem to matter how many times you tell them.

I do enjoy the vicarious horror.

all of them

HOW does this happen?

I didn’t intend to lose track.

I love iced tea and peanut M&Ms.

At least my desk is tidier.

Crap, what did I do with those cards?

Oh there they are. Sheesh.

It’s a patchwork.

Well there’s some other things tidied.

A glaze on the cake.

I don’t know why this is so much harder at home.

A lot less fuckery I suppose.

I swear I was going to tell you something.

It’s a baseball game.

Ozzy is gone. Infinite sadness.

I really expected to be more productive than this. I’m disappointed in myself.

Perpetually.

Wow.

Kinda wish I hadn’t read that.

Better have a few peanut M&Ms about it.

I just don’t think I should have to pay for that.

I think these flowers are cooked.