Just another blaaaaah Monday

I do not want to go to work today. I do not want to go to work today thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much. I want to hole up in my room in my pjs with David Foster Wallace and the nummy chocolate chip-peanut butter cookies Aubs made last night. And the thing is, I could do it. I could call in sick, or busy, or even just say, "Hey BossPaul, I don't feel like coming in today. See you tomorrow!" No one would even care.

But. I'm already taking several hours off on Thursday so I can bum around Art Fair with my mommy, and I'm gonna be in NY in less than two weeks. So. Hi ho hi ho and all that.

Meh. Damn this responsible adult thing. Damn it to hell.

Because penises are always funny.

Apropos of the adventures with Haley and co. this evening:

My penis's new name is Colonel Sanders the Ultrasonic Planet Crusher.
Take Name Your Penis
by badasstronaut today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Name Generator Generator.

...that's all I got tonight, folks.