obviously, i'm at work

because my posts are so dinky, or as like to think of them, "bite-sized."
friday was pretty fun, we had a taining collective meeting for my section at the bfc. we were reading applications of prospective members and deciding which ones we wanted to weed out, which ones we wanted to interview. lotsa good natured sarcasm, chanting of "KILL KILL KILL!" when a candidate application came up that we all didn't like. at one point the desire for alcohol came up, and JohnDay, one of the clinic 'osauruses, said "reach behind the couch, there should be a brown paper bag down there." there was, and it contained a large bottle of some potent alcoholic bev. then he produced some tabs of vicodin ("viamin V"). oh i felt so good, i forgot about my present painful bout of trying to remove winston from my pathetic life.

plus i'm sick today. did i mention that i work about every weekend?