Drop It Like It's Hot

OK, I've spent the whole day skiving off work. There's nothing like a good day of skiving to put one in a better mood. Anita and I have been Facebooking to glory, which is kinda naughty because we're both supposed to be terribly busy with other things.

I added applications, nominated superlatives, messaged people and generally made a nuisance of myself.

I also called up parts of the working population who were actually working and disturbed them. Of course, in some cases, I had the grace to SMS them first.

"Are you busy?"

"Nope."

"Can I call?"

"Sure, no need to ask."

Then the guy, who is bureau chief of a wire service, regretted being so affable as he could see there was no urgent business, no press release to send out, no story to discuss, that I was simply bored and looking to waste his time.

Oy vey.

So Nits called and we just yakked and yakked and yakked and teased some poor sod on Facebook because he was so teasable (he got offended some, but what can you do, jocularity is not necessarily catching) and finally she had to get off the phone because she got an actual call. Important and all.

And I tried calling Hab to ask him something I actually needed for work, but he was not in his office. Still not in his office. Which is why I'm hanging around here when I could be hanging with my dear cuz Praby who is off for Canada in a week or so.

I'm happy for her and sad for me.

Oy vey.

Everyone around looks busy and I wonder if they are actually busy, or busy surfing "men in thongs" again.

Hahahahahahaha.

OK, obviously, I'm in a much better mood than yesterday.

A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds...