...the dream sea has been poisoned...

I'm sitting at work shirtless. I was on the phone with my brother Troy explaining how to format his hard-drive and restore his system with the manufacturer's rescue disk when I inhaled my grilled steak tacos and set my zesty chicken border bowl before me to face a similar fate. The reformat was progressing seamlessly. I picked up the dressing, meticulously found the tear here line, and then proceeded to rip the whole thing in half as the dressing erupted into the air and pasted half my shirt sleeve with its zesty creamy goodness. Times such as these make working alone a blessing.

In other news, I'm now uncertain whether my cat is a boy or a girl, but I think that I may be mistaken in thinking that monkeybutt is a boy. doh. I guess it's a good thing I didn't pursue the vet gig.

Jeanne sent me a 241241235 lb. box of Toblerone!!! How fucking cool is THAT?!?? It's like pirates' booty! Or I just like saying the word booty.