I figured it was worth a shot, since earlier she seemed to have had so much spare time that she saw a need to enter the workroom where I was at my desk just to say that, in place for a kiss, I'm gonna sock your arm because you managed to find a way to stop the keyboard from sliding on the pull out tray. I figure, since I'm still feeling some organ discomfort (today smack on the right side where my liver resides) a punch in the arm is something I can do without. "I'll pass, but can you take all this loose change and give me the some currency in exchange?" was my question.
How quickly my co-workers forget their appreciation for my genius. Or, is there always an alternate motive for the remarks that I deem unnecessary? I dunno, but I'm feeling so depressed because this morning I ran out of my house for work and decided I would access the NYTimes article about librarian blogs which I just managed to catch as a WIT OF THE STAIRCASE entry bud hadn't had time to access the article from home. I totally forgot to do this, and this evening, when I return to WIT OF THE STAIRCASE, I find that my fav blog writer has died. Is this a sick joke? Is it?! What the hell kind of a sick joke is this? We all know how this could be a joke seeing as bloggers and zinesters don't get the recognition they deserve. A prank of this nature may increase their visits. Who do I send flowers to?