And another fairly uneventful day of work comes to a close. Here are the highlights!

Today, as practice for her ESOL speaking class, the perfect-bodied foreign girl read Pig Pig Gets A Job to the office. It made me want to curl up in bedcovers! Sexy.

I noticed more flirting, as practically every guy who comes into the office goes out of his way to be extra-friendly with said girl, doing such things as coming around to the other side of the counter and leaning extra close to her when asking their questions. It's kinda unnerving, and they're not even doing it to me! Also, one of the custodians brought the girl a bag of cookies, which she then proceeded to share with everyone in the office. So now you know what happens when you buy a girl cookies -- she shares them with everyone in the immediate vicinity. I know you'd like to think that she tucks the bag under her arm and locks herself in a closet and eats the entire bag by herself, thereby stuffing herself with your chocolate gifts of love, but that's not how it works. Sorry! She will eat some of them, though, so if you stick around you may get to watch... 😉

Today's Lunch: A french fry, ketchup, wasabi mayonnaise, and American cheese sandwich! So basically yesterday's lunch plus french fries. Grade: D. For Delicious!

Also, some folks in the office ordered Chinese, so I snagged one of the fortune cookies. And there were actually two fortunes inside it! So, my fortunes:

An angry man opens his mouth and shuts his eyes.
A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance.

But apparently a miserable, tormented heart maketh a cheerful countenance too, since I toss out smiles like candy from a German train on holidays. I almost got trampled at one of said festivals when I lived in Germany, btw. Those Germans love their candy!

And I may have a new short story for Scary-Crayon on Sunday -- I've been kicking around an idea for a special Mother's Day fiction piece. I was thinking that maybe the best Mother's Day present I could give my mom would be my corpse, since she'd obviously be happier if I were dead and gone. A suicide note -- the perfect card for Mom! Probably won't do that, but I would like to write up something in that vein. We'll see.

And having finished reading a few plays by Jean-Paul Sartre and Tennesee Williams's The Glass Menagerie recently, I'm thinking I may dig up an old unfinished short story and try to rework it into a three act play, as it seems to lend itself to that sort of format.

Alrighty, gotta finish up some things and then split. Ja!