Listen to this or I'll kill you.

Today's finest bulletin board post:

WHOM-EVER DROPPED AN ENVELOPE WITH...
Some "goodies" inside, please go to the South lobby (The one by the parking garage) security desk and identify the contents to retrieve it.

Also, staple removers don't work very well on one's eyes.

Dream I just woke from, let's meet again. My place (you bring the smile) at ten?

I wrote

Louis
"Hat"
Louis

on my whiteboard. The words are in red marker, the quotation marks in brown.

Then I posted about it on LiveJournal.

It's a living.

Posted on the bulletin board at work today:

CALLING ALL MEN!!! BIKE RIDE for PEACE!!!

Somebody's trying to sell a Billy Ray Cyrus CD for five dollars. A few weeks ago, someone was selling a "fully breaded Persian."

That is all.

Last night I slept, soft water and thinner dreams. I woke with a dime tangled in my hair and now I understand vengeance.

The mood won't crimp! Take your girders and locofocos to the ocean. They won't make a ripple and neither will I. Yes, everything's slower in melting ways. Good morning.

Better morning.

Say, something's right with my eyes.

Psst. Anything can burn.

When the restaurant's on fire, they shouldn't make you pay.

It's as Wednesday as it's going to get. The office is dull. All in all, I'd rather be at home, where there are several Slayer records.