two things and a monday from the devil . . .

or any bad deity you choose . . .

it's really not fair I have to work. Cuz the building forgot to put on the heat and it's like 15 degrees outside and the post office is 
closed and the Silver Spoon - gag o licious lunch place - is closed so I am forced to eat saltines and a year old can of soup . . .

and the Panto is over and I can't finish any of the House stories I've started - I think it's cuz it's not on TV right now - pout.

and there are rumors that the boys are going to show up at the same time at the same place soon . . . and I don't have time to report the crack.

and the AUDITOR is here at work and I know she's gonna discover thousands of errors and I will be compelled to admit it's
all because of my at work crack writing . . .

wow, that was a whinomatic whining whine fest. I feel better. And I should go read Susan's What If entry . . . cuz she has my favorite permed to the gills asshole of a character that I love love love in it . . . so happy . . .