Slow day at the orifice

Okay so every time I think of the word office, I kind of replace it in my head with the word orifice. Its just funnier that way, in fact, it makes everything funnier. So, its a slow day today at the orifice. So slow. The whole week has been slow but this is, like, obscenely slow. Slow to the point that I don't feel I'll be reprimanded for typing this right now. I suspect that my coworkers (neither of whose screens are in plain view) are doing similar things with their time. The difference being that my screen is in sight... and honestly, what else would I be typing right now? I've already spent the morning writing emails.

I feel somewhat guilty... being here and not working per se, but I am also fairly broke. I don't know where my money goes... rather... I do know and prefer not to think about it. I have been really good lately though, not having spent much while away in Cuba and keeping this week's budget to about $20 thus far. I'm hoping that the weekend will prove to be as low-cost.

Still haven't managed to deal with either of my aborted flings... frankly I'd rather just ignore them until they deal with themselves. Easier that way really.

I can't think of anything else to rabbit on about, even though ending this post will return me to my stint at the photocopier or to staring blankly at nothing trying to look busy. Yeah.