1) Pick someone that you know personally. Someone very professional and somewhat conservative. Ideally, someone you respect, but who does not necessarily share your irreverent sense of humor (hohoho ... here's where I assume things about you and am not the least bit sorry). I'm choosing my boss.

2) Clearly picture that person as you normally see them, standing in a neutral position.

3) Now, picture him/her suddenly waving his/her arms in the air and hysterically yelling "Boobieeeeeeees!!!!"

Hee hee, that'll get me through the week. Seriously, I've found that it almost always cheers me up.

I am so bored. My eyes are too bored to focus. My hair is too bored to keep itself from 'fro-ing. My blood is too bored to course, leaving my heart and brain very ... bored. I think I died about an hour ago, and was too bored to notice. This entry is actually being made possible through a small electrode connecting my forehead to my computer, picking up little thought-fragments, which my computer will piece together into complete sentences that I am too bored to compose. Because computers know everything. All hail.

5 more hours to kill, then long weekend ... I'm taking tomorrow off to prep my apartment for a visitor (my friend Faye, coming up from Texas), then Independence Day Weekend. Oh, yeah. Fighting through patriotic crowds. SO my idea of fun.

No, but I can't wait to see Faye. It's gonna be a great weekend, so I'll stop complaining. In truth, I love holidays and I'm not very cynical. Oh, I'm so bourgeois.

Blag. I feel kind of grody. I wish I would be overcome by the need to vomit profusely. It would break up the monotony. There are only so many times one can sweep wanton staples off of the surface of one's desk. I'd much rather have a dramatic bout with projectile barfing than needlessly clean my desk again. My desk is fucking clean, and I am lost. Shit. At least my office chair is comfortable and swivelly.

Since I have absolutely nothing of interest to say, I think I'm going to go play with the varying heights of my chair.

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