Christ in a rowboat, Word just crashed.
We are so having the same day. Except mine was a database, and I was in the middle of a complicated file transfer. And the new code they implemented last week on one of our websites doesn't display in IE, and they only told us after we said WTF?! Oh, and if I don't keep a sharp eye on the file server, it's probably going to crash sometime soon, and my boss is in Chicago all week.
I need alcohol. Or a rifle. Or maybe a convenient coma.
I need alcohol. Or a rifle. Or maybe a convenient coma.
Either of the first two, if applied carefully, can result in the third.
(Oops. Deleted for spoilitude.)
I need alcohol. Or a rifle. Or maybe a convenient coma.
I know what will make you feel better. You could sing. Sing a song. You could sing it loud and sing it strong.
Remember to sing of good things, not bad.
The sun will come out tomorrow.
It's been there for weeks. You've just noticed it now?
Apparantly I have not scrolled beneath the text box for a while. Economy of movement, doncha know.
Because it's a small world after all.
I hate all of you.
::cries::
::stabs self in eardrum::
Because it's a small world after all.
But money makes the world go around. So you might want to stop the world and get off. Or else melt.