When I came out of the office party yesterday, I had a $70 parking ticket on my window. I managed to escape the Wrath of the Meter Maids outside our office, but the nasty beasts at Impark were a little quicker on the draw. It seems that I cannot expense parking tickets, either – I drove HR back to the office after the party. Damn! That’s one less Koala Swimwear for Ed for Christmas. :(

I certainly don’t remember having the time of my life last night, but my neck feels otherwise. I feel like I have some sort of whiplash – perhaps ass whiplash – but whatever it is, it fucking hurts. I can’t turn my head to the right more than 10 degrees or my whole right shoulder assembly freezes up and starts swearing at me in foreign languages. I don’t like it. Thankfully, Hello Kitty dressed up like a panda is doing a lot to cheer me up.

This update is a whole lot of nothing. I’m grievously wounded – cut me some slack. Here, maybe these will amuse you:

Yeah, I don’t know either.