All Alone In the Office

So I'm sitting here at work. It's 10:30 AM CST (which you could probably guess from looking at the date and time that this post was created). Not only am I sitting here, but I'm the ONLY one sitting here. Appears that everybody else decided to take a half-day (if not more).

I don't really mind, to tell the truth. I've been violating the office open-door policy for about two weeks now. I do that when I find myself recently single ... no matter how well I take it for the sake of not making somebody else feel like a complete twat, I tend to close myself off to everybody. Been about that long since I shaved, too. Figure I'll grow my beard back out and see if I can lose the Meatloaf thing a bit. Don't worry ... I still won't be a pretty boy by any means.

I've been running around the office for the past twenty minutes screaming bloody murder. I mean that, too. "BLOODY MURDER!!!" Of course, I've been thinking about the things that I'm supposed to accomplish the entire time. Doesn't change the fact that there isn't nearly enough bloody murder screaming going on nowadays.

So, it's about 11:00 now. I'm sitting here, talking to the ex a bit on the phone. It appears that she doesn't understand why nobody but unhandsome dudes are attracted to her. I know why, but what point is there in telling her? That would be cheating, and I got over cheating with Contra on the good old NES. The only thing that I've told her in the last couple of weeks is, "well, I hope ya don't get the clap or anything." Charming, no?