Work is Ruining My Weboggling

Do clients not realize that I am hard at work trying to construct silhouettes of words, (which I can’t spell in my day-to-day life, let alone under a time constraint and with a specific set of letters available at my disposal)? Thank you Bone, for turning me on… to this. I am sure my bosses appreciate yet another thing to do to consume my day that doesn’t include working.

Not only have I begun playing Weboggle with fervor here at the office, but in lieu of packing I have also let it consume my free time at home as well. The moving truck will be leaving Portland tomorrow… and I haven’t even gotten the few empty boxes out of my car nor begun filling them.

I feel that I will no longer have the orderly, pre-cleaning packing done… cleaning out all of my drawers before I meticulously place each item into an appropriately marked box. I fear that now I will be in a frenzy, shoving and dumping whatever I might to get my hands on, into too few boxes… and I do worry that it will turn into some Clampett-esque trip, complete with large black garbage bags filling in for the boxes I never collected.

BUT WAIT

>>> Just In <<<

My new phone… something else to distract me and consume more of my free time… has just been delivered.

I am in heaven…

Phone, MP3 player, stereo speakers, full keyboard (not that my inability to type will get any better), Bluetooth, movies, camera, video, it will read my text messages outloud to me, games, email and IM access… fuck… its over…

Will someone please come over and help me pack? I am never getting all of my packing done in the next day…