do you remember the goldfish that "bob" wore around his neck in _what about bob_? of course you do. and of course i haven't exactly had the guts to wear a fish to work (yet) though today i am contemplating wearing a sleeve of saltine crackers (nice, semi-translucent plastic) against my breastplate.

what a fantastic word: breastplate.

besides calming the stomach with soda crackers, i have an urge to calm my senses with a bit of al-co-hol.

does this mean i am becoming a hybrid of willy loman and Martha (read: Albee)? perhaps, perhaps.

when things get to the point where my work email is filled with notes from my supervisor's supervisor saying, quite ignorantly "OK, SO NOW WHAT?!?!" - i have got to throw in the towel. almost.

(tell her to stop using so many exclamatory gestures)

at least i don't have a second mortgage. or a first one.