This morning while vigorously brushing my teeth, my toothbrush vicously catapulted a speck of tooth paste into my eye. It actually hurt A LOT. I considered calling Poison Control, but Colleen told me not to, and she IS a crisis counselor after all.
Then on the El I picked up my Chicago Reader before getting on the train, and subsequently got so sucked into the story about Hugh Hefner and his 3 pixie girlfriends that I missed my stop!
It's only 8:36. Going to be an interesting day...
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quick, lock yourself to your desk before anything else happens. And you might want to walk around with an umbrella today...you know, to protect against any birds that might drop dead out of the sky...
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