The wisom of a fool won't set you free.

I just had the funniest thought and when I tried to write it down it wouldn't come out right and now I've completely over thought the thought and it isn't funny anymore. That is just so sad.

I'm sweating here. It's hot. And gross. Blech.

One of my coworkers informed me today (while we were on our lunch) that I could read two and a half pages in a minute. He then informed me that he just timed me. I don't know whether to be pleased that I can read two and a half pages in a minute or disturbed that my coworker stared at me for a minute on my lunch while I was reading and eating. I'm kinda leaning toward disturbed. On the other hand this is the coworker that I challenged to a reading duel a couple of months ago. I told him that we'd both start reading at the top of a page at the same time and once he had finished his page we'd see how many pages I'd read. Yeah. I read six to his one. So I guess he had precedence for doing weird reading stuff with me while at lunch.

Anyway.

I'm almost done with my latest book. I might be able to finish it tonight. Or I might not.

And finally, tomorrow is the day that the camera guy is coming to my branch to film me. Hee! This is the reason I bought my suit. I will look super cool. I'll even brush my hair. So, think of me between 9 and 12 Pacific time tomorrow and send me nice thoughts about not falling on my face or randomly swearing at people. Sometimes that happens, you know. The swearing part, that is. I don't fall too often.

I think I've exhausted all my thoughts. Later.