Good lunch-hour citizens of the intertoobz,

I'm having sandwiches in the office. No, make that A sandwich.
The rest of the fellows have gone to noms KFC. Terribly enticing!

Also, my shoulder is in pain and I have a British person talking in my head.
What the vag?

So, as it is, this computer doesn't have Windows Live Messenger, only the poxy old (Re: original) messenger. The computer itself looks rather high tech though, considering it is a computer for rendering 3DMax stuff. Oh, look at me, rambling away out of boredom. I have no idea whether or not the computer I've been designated with has a mouse. It's kind of... Not there.

On the table is a plum I am contemplating on eating. Should I eat the plum now and suffer the wrath of angry stomach at 4? Or keep myself rather satiated with ONE sandwich and eat the plum at 4. Decisions, decisions.

Wow, this is hereby the worst update that has ever come out of my head. It's pouring like liquid shite.

It's day one off 8 weeks by the way. I can feel my head reeling in excitement. Also, I'm dehydrated.
Vodkas yesterday was definitely not a good idea.
Ramble, ramble, ramble, ramble.

I need a nap and a hug from someone I know. It's going to take me a while to get used to being in an office again.

If you read the whole thing, I applaud you for your tenacity. Here's a gold star cookie sticker.