There was a case of beer sitting next to the window I was trying to close. I think maybe the Goddess tripped while reaching for it, and gave me the spiritual equivalent of an unidentified party injury.

Police Pants Problem!

There's a pantsless joke in there somewhere.

Why does morning keep showing up? Surely it must know by now that it is just not wanted.

I don't know where to start on fixing that issue, it runs really deep, and I'm sorry it's so irritating.

Honey, it's not irritating. It's wierdly frustrating in a "why doesn't she see how great she is, it's so OBVIOUS" way, but we love you regardless.

I wasn't late to work this morning, I'm having a great hair day, and we're getting free pizza for lunch. And yet I am still thinking about exploderating the world due to crippling boredom.

I don't know where to start on fixing that issue, it runs really deep, and I'm sorry it's so irritating.

Is it going to be horrible of me to point out how this very sentence, in which you interpret people's expressions of care and affection for you as irritation, shows the very issue you were talking about as irritating, and how it's in fact not?

Or would it be just horribly confusing, because that sentence above made sense in my head before I typed it, but now not so much?

I wasn't late to work this morning, I'm having a great hair day, and we're getting free pizza for lunch. And yet I am still thinking about exploderating the world due to crippling boredom.

You know what I've always heard was good for getting rid of boredom?

Writing porn.

Maybe that would work for you?

Man. I've been writing porn all week! It's someone else's turn.

Can this week be over? please? it started off on Monday (temperature in the 90s with humidity hovering near 100%) when I came in and found the AC in the entire office building had been off all weekend and hadn't yet been fixed. Had to run an errand at lunch, was going to stop by Starbucks for iced coffee ... but just as I got out of the Metro into the building, an alarm went off and they evacuated everyone. Tuesday, office still warm and humid. Boss has determined the next issue of our journal had to go to the printer by Thursday ... Wednesday evening out tech support sets me up with a new computer. Thursday morning I find that I need to register most of the software ... only they won't give me back the media I gave them so I can get the numbers off the various pieces. I e-mailed tech support asking for help with this and our office manager phoned me saying I shouldn't e-mail them ... leading to the question (unanswered) that if I'm not allowed to e-mail tech support for help, what am I supposed to do? So ... I'm on a short deadline, my computer is semi-operational, the office manager is mad at me, all our office printers and copiers are tied up with people running massive jobs.

Can I has beer now?

It's after noon here, Toddson. In London, it's after 5.