Will someone please tell me what in the name of Odin I was thinking by publicly stating that I was feeling better. Why not paint a big bull's-eye on my head and wait for a toilet to fall from space and kill me?
Instead of that, though, work just stunk.
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2 comments:
A "Dead Like Me" reference! very impressive. Sometimes work does suck and I am convinced that something waits for me to relax and then zings me good.
mtc
I hoped you'd get that!
I just read there might be a Dead Like Me DVD movie.
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