Apparently it only takes one glimpse of Puck in a sweater vest to send me rolling.

It seems that not even girly shirts can help me from being called 'sir'.

I basically just spent 11 hours in a truck with the hazards on and now the clicking sound they make is all I can hear in my head.

It is just after 1 in the afternoon and I am done with my errands.

I could probably stop worrying about work and relax if I would stop dreaming about work every time I slept.

I was in charge of the toy pig races and basically spent all day gambling with children.

I've had "Moves Like Jagger" stuck in my head for about three days now.

I volunteered to spend ALL DAY helping out at a family thing they're doing on base tomorrow and while I'm pretty sad I didn't get the position of bouncy house chaperone, hopefully whatever I get will be okay.

I decided to throw something at the wall to convey that I wanted my neighbor to stop making so much god damn noise and apparently I throw harder than I thought because man that was loud.

There are few things that make me happier than a quickly-passing workday.