Heart Attack'd!

I realized while I was eating lunch today that the amount of salt in my food, if extracted, could give an entire tribe of pygmies heart disease. Pygmies ARE small, but that's still a lot of salt. In a strangely out-of-character reaction I felt like I needed to eat something healthy. Of course I had nothing, so I just busied myself with pretending I was a psychotic ninja who had been set loose in Gateway Ticketing's HQ. I don't think anyone but Amanda will appreciate how much I want to be an Anti-Gateway Ninja. That would rock hard. Not like that.

It's tough to update this blog when my boss has decided that he's now going to do most of his work in the same room as me and randomly spin his chair around to face my monitor every time I'm tempted to do non-work.

In other work-related news, I have to be here at 7am tomorrow. I just have to keep telling myself it's to guarantee that I get Christmas Eve off.

If I was the King of the Universe, everyone would have December 24th - December 26th off. Working then is worse than working on Thanksgiving.

I'd also have ninjas. Pygmy ninjas.

Things with Amanda are still going uber-well :D

That last line wasn't really "work related" per se, but I wanted to say it. So yes. I did. Take that.

The salt is setting up a garrison in my stomach.

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EDIT at 2:33 pm

I noticed that my above post seems to imply that Amanda is in some way related to Pygmy Ninjas. She isn't as far as she's told me. That'd be pretty cool though.