i'm just stupid today with tiredosity and stress. cannot think straight. am a hairwidth away from being completely inappropriate. like breaking out in laughter or crawling under my desk and sleeping. my stress fallback reaction tends to be "mellow out kick back." meaning things get heavy and all i want to do is boldly go back to bed.
that isn't good.
meanwhile i am starving and realized i'd had, at one point this morning, a fairly decent-sized bowl of oatmeal and sliced pears in my hands. i remember eating parts of it. i remember walking around the office with it. but now i can't find it. or the bowl. hmmmm... i just got back from patroling desks to see if i left it somewhere.
marya: my cereal is missing.
bret: are you saying that there is a cereal killer?
[and the invisible crowd groans]
meanwhile, stephen m., the previously mentioned partner-in-peter-gabriel-concert-seat-squatting-crime, has uploaded a couple of pg tasty treats on his site. if i was cool i would you link there too. but i don't have permission. and with such big bandwidths i probably shouldn't presume. so why am i writing this? i think i am too tired to edit or stop the momentum of my fingers.
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