Delirious

I feel as though I am caught in a terrible torando, sort of like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, and been violently thrown into a land of make believe. I've been horrible busy at work, putting in crazy hours and all sorts of junk. I now run on caffeine and sugar. Those are the 2 major food groups. Lord Helmet runs a tight ship you know.

Mrs. Potatohead has managed to annoy me every single moment of every day. I personnally think she's made it her life persuit to create termoil in the office when it's not necessary. We have now formally assigned a name to another one of the characters in the office, she will now be known as Little Miss Snot Nose. We may or may not shorten that to LMSN for typing purposes.

Anyway, next week the situation will most likely be worse but who knows. The nemisis and I are trying to keep up beat which is extremely hard because we expect the worse.