Ok, I feel like I've been run over by a truck. Not just any truck, a large, Mac truck... probably carrying something heavy, like lead ball-bearings, gold bricks, or the full text of the Windows XP bug report list. Eitherway, I sense a long coma... err, I mean nap coming on this evening.
The summer of destruction continues, eRIc let a computer be flung off a table (it wasn't damaged) and it just so happened to be one of the funniest things I'd seen in about forty-five minutes... so as I was literally rolling on the floor crying, laughing, and listening to eRIc blurt out between laughs, "I CAN FIX IT! I CAN FIX IT!", I realized that slapstick, physical comedy has taken a backseat these days to poop jokes. Anywho, we did more work in about three hours than most other employees of a company that will not be mentioned did all day, including accidentally leaving a large scuff on a newly waxed floor. This has angered the rival gang, and I fear retribution probably in the form of hiding of keyboards... that always seems to happen.
I need to fly before I go insane...
Jeff C.
