faster pussycat... type! type!

today is going to suck pretty hard, i can tell already. chances of me getting much done? slim. chances of me falling off the chair, sideways, onto the beanbag chair on the floor of my cube? significant. currently, i am killing the last five minutes i have until another meeting. it's my only other meeting this morning. i started off the day with one at 7:30. there is a good chance i will come down with food poisoning at this next meeting. a 24 hour case of food poisoning. tragic really. it took 72 hours to manifest, but bad potato salad from a forth of july picnic finally caught up with me.

over at the brain, sarah posted a link to micah wright's remixed war propaganda. it's a pretty great book. you should check it out. this is my favorite one.