location: the office. the Boss Man is gone for the day. there are 6 of us between the ages of 19 and 21. one 48 year old. two foam beer holders. one metal baseball bat. work that should be getting done, but of course, it isn't.

trevor and brad: "woo! let's play baseball!"

brian: "hey, you ripped the beer holder thingy! damnit!"

kate1: "damnit trevor, give me back my bat!"

kris: "get back to work!"

alice: "i'm getting a new car! whee! shut the hell up trevor!"

me: "trevor, if you don't get the fuck out of my face, i will take kate's bat, and beat up over the head with it until you are a bloody pulp laying in a puddle on the floor. don't make me fucking kick your ass. grr!"

that was work today. it was pretty much like everyday. except today, when i left, the sun was still out! how fucking weird is that? usually, i get out at 9, but today? no siree, i left 1 1/2 hours early. shh, don't tell.

music: klover 'feel lucky punk'