Because of my inability to completely be normal due to the fact I've been downing Vicodin for the last few days because of "pain," there have been several funny things, that I just stare at, and cannot put into words, as I am a complete Viked-out-slap-happy-fun-loving moron. And if I were me (which I am… hold on, this will go somewhere) and I saw me (wait for it) right now, I would write about how there is this chick that is totally on Vocodin, which I am. (Fuck, totally fucked that one up… there's Vicodin for ya… let me start over, I know I can get it).

Kay... if I wasn't me... but I was another person in the office, who wrote about weird things in the office, and I saw me walking the halls hopped up on Vicodin, I would totally go back to my desk, and write about me. There. That was it. Right?

It's 5:15. I'm going home.