*workity work workwork*

I've got a minion working with me today, so I won't be posting much. He's stuffing envelopes so I don't have to. *gets out the cattleprod*

I will try to check in, though. I had a cool dream about an Rennaisance-type festival in England, and me visiting. *siiigh* My mind goes these fabulous places and I wake up facing the reality of a rough work day. Well, I'll take my festivals where I can get them.

Love, the Working Maus...*work work work work work*

*Phew*

*wipes weary and sweaty brow*

Hello!

My envelope-stuffer's gone for a much-needed break. (He worked through lunch and everything, so my little project's finished for the most part.) I've missed you. Did I miss anything?

Fun with copy paper

Did I mention I bonked my head a good one on a box of copy paper?
No lump, just a bit bruised, and as far as anyone can tell no concussion...just me going, "Ummm, I'm going to stand here for a minute..just a minute..."

*gingerly touches forehead*

I have a small bruise under my hairline.

It doesn't seem too bad. Just a little sore if I poke it.

Ow. I poked it.