Kuh-Chunk
So... today the elevator in my office decided to try to kill me. Firstly, it crazy hot in the elevator. That, in and of itself, came close. Secondly, there was some sort of funky music going on in there. Thirdly... stinky perfume. Not the elevator's fault though. Finally, when I hit the down button, the elevator drop a couple of feet abruptedly and lurched up again and the doors kinda opened and closed and then it just sorta stopped.
I tapped some buttons and nothing happened.
Cool. Nap time. Just as I was about to get comfy and take a nap, the elevator went up again and the doors opened. So much for nap time.
Wow... these past two posts are very indicative that my muse has left the building.
I guess it's time to start drinking at work again... I'm sure that will produce something to write about.
It's that or I'll need a govt/biblical catastrophic failure to point fun at.
It's like I can feel the hits dropping.