I really could not give less of a rat's ass about football, but I painted my nails black and gold anyway. Because I moved to the land of crazy people, and if I have one more idiot gibber Oooooh, you went to Missouri, ha ha, SHUN! SHUUUUUUUN! then I'm going to go all Hooker Heels Impale on some unsuspecting dipshit. I don't think I'm going to be home tomorrow night or would have to sit there and light all the Jesus candles and point my Moon Kaleidoscope at the screen and shriek every time it looks like the little men are running the wrong way. It worked when they played Kansas last year (the only game I have ever watched in my life).
There was a large, spotted snake in the copy room a few days ago. I saw its little head poking out from under the door and circled the office a few times until I found someone to get rid of it. I could have picked it up and taken it outside myself if it were a little stripy snake, but I don't know what spots mean. Apparently they've gotten up to ten a week in the fall before. And mice. I am not sure why the snakes don't just eat the mice. I think I need to bring in Pushkin, heavy leather gloves, and tongs.
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