babyblue

Ouch. I'm sore. From bowling. From. Fucking. Bowling.

I like to think I'm in better shape than this. Guess I need to hit the gym more than twice a week, eh?

Today I got to journey out to the wonderful labyrinthine world of the Intel campus to set up a display board and sit at the entrance of their cafeteria for four hours and talk to anyone interested about my agency. Blah, I had to be nice to people for four hours. In a row. Heh, the geeks were thick in the crowd though. As far as the eye could see, there were poorly dressed males with their little Intel badges scurrying around. It was like watching an ant farm. A sea of polo shirts, khakis and glasses. Good times, indeed.

I need to go grocery shopping, but I don't think I could be nice to anyone else right now. Time to dig into the deep recesses of the cupboards for the reserve food. You know, the stuff that you bought for no earthly reason and it's been sitting gathering dust for months/years. Yeah, that stuff. Wish me luck.