yep. yep. eighteen minutes till i go back. this day is going by fairly quickly. only now, i must suffer until seven thirty. DUHN DUHN DUHN. i wish everytime i typed that, it made that noise. it does in my head, but that is not so real for you imaginary people.

and i was just kidding.. i didn't really write that story.. i stole it and put entirely someone else's name on it. i don't know who the fuck marie cooper is, but i do believe she is taking a vacation. she takes up too much room. at least she would if i actually knew her. or if she existed.

i've said too much. now you will have to be exterminated. i'm debating whether i should even leave that paragraph in there. it's ridiculous and entirely unneccessary. but i wrote it in a fit of fingers flying across old keys that don't quietly press down with every keystroke, oh no no they CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK so much so in fact i've had people come over just to see what the hell i was doing. give me a different keyboard, i say! and no, i really don't. this click click clack clicalkdfjald cloud of clickiness is what keeps me typing, the way it is supposed to be when i don't pay attention to the words, only the sound and the speed with which the cursor flies back and forth around this little white box. yess i said yes.

i can't wait until i am a crazy old lady because crazy old ladies are allowed to "accidentally" wander into mens restrooms. "oh, silly me! that says men! where is the woman's washroom? thank you kind young man, here's a cookie." no, i wouldn't really do such things, i just enjoy the provision for it. provision? who knows, i'll look it up later and see if i was right. most likely, i am not.

you thought i was kidding, oh yes, but i am just trying to see how many words i can fit on this page before i have to back to work. i thought of several other things to put here but have forgotten most of them in the span of seventy seconds. and this is the way it is supposed to be.

this is the way it is supposed to be.

i dreamt many a thing last night. crazy and crazier as the night and morning wore on, so many things i can't even remember half of them. i dreamt about erin and that she had dyed her hair blond and looked quite like, if not identical to, a lady by the name of jen (i get headaches from reading some of her entries don't ask me why or how or if the relevance is secure) and i dreamt about bradley and i fear what i dreamt may have been true, judging from the lack of excitement in his emails. lack of excitement, lack of motor skills, which ever you choose. i dreamt i wet the bed-- at least, i'm pretty sure i only dreamt that (hahahah) because if it were otherwise i'm sure i would have noticed upon waking up. i dreamt of waking up and going back to sleep and going to work and being late several times over and melissa and i worked in a small restaurant in new york by the water and there were boats that would go by and there weren't very many lights on. i dreamt so many things in crazy random order i wish i could make sense of some of it i wish i could remember more of it i wish i didn't have to clock back in in three and a half minutes there's never enough time when i get rolling

if i read this over before i send it, i may not do so. perhaps it is wise to just hit the x at the top of the screen. perhaps it is wise to just press send and transmit these thoughts on to pink and white lines (that frankly, are beautiful and i love them but are getting rather old). it is not my choice to make, i'll let you sort it out for yourself.

very low sodium and kettle cooked cholesterol free crunchier tastier potato chips. yum.

and oh yes, steph, what ever it was that was going to make me giggle. email me or call me or some such. giggling is grand.

the time is now three oh seven and i will be late from my break oh nO!