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Brain Earwigs or Brain-wigs

Lately I have been having a terrible time with names. I have been forgetting names left an right of late and it’s infuriating. I never used to forget names like that. For the most part, I have a fairly decent memory and I’ve always been good with names and faces. Lately I’ve either had my head up my ass or I’ve had some sort of mutant earwig implanted into my brain Star Trek style. Either way, I can’t seem to think straight. I hate that.

God damn brain earwigs. I think it’s the next plot hatched upon me by the cubicle ninjas.

I have been skipping lunch a lot because of work and drinking a V8 and noshing on yogurt just isn’t cutting it. The cubicle ninjas have spiked everyone’s coffee with stupid pills making it impossible for them to do any work. This leaves only me to fill in and do said work. I don’t know. I’ve also been irritable and bitchy. Though, that isn’t really a change. I hate people so being irritable when they insist on talking to me is to be expected. I think there are several people here who are in league with the cubicle ninjas.

I just need to figure out how the damn cubicle ninjas gave me the brain earwigs that are making me forget people’s names.

Posted by Utopia at June 5, 2006 01:54 PM

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