There's woman at work, Lynda, who is somewhere between 50-60. She struts. She wears 2 inch heels, wears tight sweaters, and orders something new from the Victoria's Secret Catalog each week. When my shipping clerk is out, I have the dubious honor of delivering these items to her desk. I don't want to know what's inside of them. Maybe it's just more eyeliner. She uses a lot.

I bought a car from Jeff and his wife, Nancy. They work here. Jeff's sister also works here, and her name is Sharon. She goes to lunch everyday with Vince, who just loaned me a book about a Texas A&M football team from the 50's and brought me a shrimp and bacon sandwich from The Cheesecake Factory a couple weeks ago, which was excellent. I wonder if her husband or brother knows that she's cheating on her husband. It's unfathomable to think that she leaves the office with Vince everyday and isn't cheating. Good for them, I think.

One of my bosses, Marilou, just retired. She went to Vegas to gamble, and then she came back and hopped on a Harley, as did her husband, and off to Sturgis they went for a big bike rally. She came back to visit, tan, glowing, and blissful. I wish I was Marilou today.

I just took a capsule. 313 mg ephedrine extract, 150 mg caffeine, 25 mg of combined weirdo shit like Ginko and Bee Pollen. Once it sinks through the heap of pizza, I'll be wired like Johnny 5. I will then walk, walk walk. I have a case of beer in my trunk. I won't be able to sleep without most of it.

People keep leaving food outside my cube. Yesterday, it was a box of doughnuts. Today, bagels and cream cheese. Whoever you are, I want to thank you.
5:46 PM - Bottle Rocket Fire Alarm