Eh, fart on it.

Yeah, you read it right. It's one of those days.

One of those days where you just might tell your boss what you think of his new office supply memo system, or you spend hours online, ignoring accumulating email reminders of internet usage policies, researching exactly how many ways you can serve a zucchini.

Today, you will find me on Craigslist. I will be looking for the ugliest piece of furniture in the Albany area and then I will laugh at it. Next, I will email a picture of said furniture to everyone in my address book (7 people) and we will all laugh at it. By then I will have completely forgotten that Corey is and always will be a male functioning with a male brain, and that I was left alone in this office with no M&Ms.