Please explain how this turned into the busiest day in weeks. I just dashed into the lunchroom, rolled some salami and cheese into a piece of bread, and decided to type this while I chew.
Ulp. Gotta run. Oh, the anger . . .
More: An example of the oppression, perhaps? How about this. Today's first cigarette didn't hit my lips until nearly half past noon. For shame, to be falling behind on one's blogging and one's smoking.