I’ve got so many good things to post from this weekend and don’t want to half-ass it which I would have to do as I need to be at work supa-early tomorrow to finish some things up before the big boss arrives, so in the meanwhile, here is a run-on sentence and a picture of a pouting dog.
Don’t believe the naysayers who tell you that after 4 years on the job, there’s nothing else to learn or try.
Today, I learned how fast an office chair will rocket across an emptied warehouse when you get a good running backwards leap into it. It also spins most delightfully. These things are utterly wasted on carpeted surfaces.
It struck me last night that I have not checked my mail for a good two weeks now–since I get all of my bills online and I’ve been terrible about returning my netflix movies lately, it’s just slipped my mind, I guess.
I got a postcard from Black Rock City, guys!
Receiving a curly mustachioed man in the mail is pretty much the next best thing to being there myself, shooting flamethrowers.