Hump THIS

It's 10:30 AM and my office door is closed. Slammed, really. iTunes is blasting anger music about shitlists and retard girls . I've already screamed at one of my co-workers. Several more have gotten the Crazy Eyes. My clients are all horrible people who deserve to be tortured at length by a sadistic serial killer in the secret basement chamber of a nondescript suburban home. My computer has crashed twice. There are at least 200 hours of work on my desk right now and everything is due next Friday. My VCR cut off the last 5 minutes of Gilmore Girls, a huge hulking condo unit is going to be built in my back yard, and Patrick Leahy is a giant penis.

So, how's your day?