friday morning

There's something to be said about the sanctity of a cubicle wall. Namely an attempt at keeping the incessant droning of my office mates to a minimum and to hide the fact that I am nursing a late night-induced headache. But seriously folks, if I hear one more thing about the digestive cycle of someone else's kid I think I will be the one to violently vomit. It's not even 9 AM yet but these are but a few of the gems that I have managed to overhear, "they say it's not supposed to be as bad when it's your kid," "yeah, but it's still bad," "smells bad enough to knock a donkey out," (WTF???) and "separate washes of course."

And seriously I think the only thing that is going to get me through the day is the incredibly greasy breakfast I'm eating (homefries, no eggs, double bacon) and the fact that it annoys my ever-so-healthy, middle-aged coworkers.

I'm running on fumes. But the weekend sure is dreamy.