phosfate

Okay, now, don't worry. I'm okay. But -- I get out of the car this morning and some fucker comes up and fucking bites me. Right there in the parking garage. What. The. Hell. Security guy, surprisingly on the ball, came and tackled him. Then a couple of girls from Accounting. And a priest from the Catholic school up the block. And a Building Services guy. And a couple of college students. He was either crazy or they were really on his ass, because he started screaming and screaming. They forgot about me. Typical.

Anyway, it's raining, so I took the tunnel to Nurse Scooter's office in the basement. She called the cops and cleaned the thing and I'm supposed to go see Dr I'm in the Eleventh Grade Now in a couple hours for some shots and follow-up. At least since the whole thing was on-site, Workers Comp'll cover it.

Doesn't hurt much, but it was scary because of the surprise...ing...ness. It's gonna leave a bruise.

Teach me to fucking come in early. Shoulda used my brain.

This coffee is terrible. And why am I so hungry?

Denny says I can go home if I want, but I'm not sure I have the brains to drive right now.

Seriously, I'm starving. I'm'o go downstairs and see if they have muffins or something. Brain muffins. Bran.