ye olde crapfest

what do you do when your bosses insist that you spend at least seven hours a day during this holiday week in the office, knowing full-well that you have negative five things to do? well, scanning things to make aesthetically pleasing cd and dvd covers can help to pass the time, but it gets boring after a while. there's always the candy-eating alternative, but the faster i eat the candy, the sooner it disappears... so i guess i could maybe clean out the supply closet, or try to fix the dishwasher. i guess. scrabble doesn't sound that fun, and besides, they'll be expecting that; i can't be getting caught, or i'll surely be reprimanded mightily.

sooooo... other things, other things...

i'm going to the grocery today to stock up on the necessary supplies to make a fantastic buttload of assorted holiday cookies and cakes and treats--that's what i plan to give to all the people that i didn't get real gifts for. it's kind of a cop-out, i guess, but at the same time, who doesn't like cookies? am i right?

one final thing--congrats to mr. guy "you need to call my ass" johnson, who knows who he is and why i'm congratulating him. please drop me a line at your earliest convenience, i wanna yell "wowza!" in your ear and get the full-on scoop!

look at these seals! they live on the moon or something!