Just shoot me.

It’s nearly 90 degrees at 9:30 in the morning. (On the coast! I thought I paid the big bucks to live here so I could avoid this kind of crap.)

I have a splitting headache that is thumbing its nose at caffeine, sudafed *and\i] advil.

And some jerk has made a big pot of some foul, flavored coffee that is filling the whole stuffy building with the smell of burnt butterscotch pudding.

I think I’m gonna ralph.

Maybe you’re pregnant?

Heh. That would be something of a miracle, for various reasons that are probably TMI.

Fortunately, I’m feeling much better, thanks to a light schedule, a small pillow, and an office door that closes firmly.

I love that show!

I’m sorry.