Skunks
scots_in_kilts threw skunks at me today. I officially love working at a museum.
No, actually, I was serious there, it's nice to at least see a doorway and know that there's a world beyond the 1/3 of a cubicle and AutoCAD program I'm plunking fire alarms into. And the whole aspect of complete insanity is pretty awesome as well. If only I could get the cubicle paycheck working there... I'd find some other reason to complain.
That is all.
wait, no, I lied, it's not. Two more things: 1)I have a picture of one of the skunks on my phone. I will at some point figure out how to post them. Maybe. or not. 2) I actually wrote last week in my 1/3 cubicle! Does anyone who actually reads this remember a scene where the freaky robotic clown/jester thing pops out of a closet in one of the Saw movies? Also, does anyone want to volunteer to beat my comma abuse into submission?