CALLING EMILY POST

Back in the office today. I'm wondering what the polite way would be to email my systems person yet again to find out how Bessie is faring. I'm to the point where I need Bessie to come home. I have legitimate work type things I have to do, and this situation is fast changing from an inconvenience to an enormous pain in the ass. I'll have to compose one of those non-threatening "howdy" type emails that casually mentions I'm in the office today, and would be glad to get Bessie out of her way as soon as possible. Hmmmmmmmm. Bring Cookies. Cookies might help.



Meanwhile. I suffered from a grand mal attack of the monkey mind last night. My brain wouldn't turn off. It wouldn't shut up. There was no rest mode. This lasted through Letterman (awww, Harry Joseph Letterman...very cute!), Conan and PBS (flipping back and forth because PBS was showing this thing about the Turf Grass people here and how they are installing real turf in stadiums now -- it's a big thing, trust me) and other shows. I guess I nodded off at about 3am, but this morning I'm feeling like the dead. Someone once suggested Tylenol PM, but I'm a little wary of taking drugs for the first time when I have to get up and function the next day. My luck with sleeping aids is not so lucky. They tend not to work at night, but rather kick in full strength at about 7am, rendering me comatose for the day. If the monkey doesn't take a hike soon, I'll have to resort to something, because I can't go on like this for days on end.



The Cheese emailed me and said he had a word puzzle he sent to someone who had to figure it out before receiving their birthday present. He wanted to know if I could do it. All it says is: diminutive quoit, by oxymoronically described obese juvenile. The monkey has told me to take it away. It doesn't like puzzles. Personally, I have no clue, and no desire to think this morning. I am going to putter a bit in my office and make some cosmetic improvements so I can feel like I don't work in a disaster zone. There will be more later, when my brain wakes up. Meanwhile, does anybody have a banana?

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