Inanities

Since I’m redoing work instructions, I get prone to being bored by my own writing. Funny that. It is fucking cold in the office here. The thermostat says it’s 75 degrees. I think it’s more like 68 degrees. In the mornings I really need to remember to bring my sweater since my nipples protrude like a relief map. Not a good thing. For some reason, I really want to see this show: Actually I know the reason: the boy in the middle. Hot hot hot. Mmmmm. I can’t believe I’m actually getting suckered into tv.