It's 5:48pm. I should be long gone from the office, but I'm not planning on getting out any time soon. Is it because I have a pile of work yet to complete? No. Trying to impress the boss? No. The door got stcuk again and I'm too embarassed to call Security to let me out? Nope. Simply put, I've got the shits, and the thought of being more than a thirty-second dash away from a toilet is truly terrifying. (Suggested New Motto for Burritoville: Entering Burritoville, Population: E. Coli.) So until my intestines calm down, I'm not going anywhere.
Hmm, what an excellent time to start a blog ...
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