Bring on the Apocalypse, Baby

I have a half day! Which I vow to not spend staring at the computer screen (which is why I'm writing this at work), but we'll see how well that works out.

I think the Bribery Pastries(TM) that they gave us for forcing us to park in the far away lot made me ill. I bring this up mostly so I can say, "Bad muffin. No uh.. cookie?"

Also? Some people should just not be given those golf cart thingies. I got almost ran over twice in rapid succession.