I went to sleep with cum in my mouth and now there's cum in my hair

Not really, but isn't that a funny idea? Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Gangbang.

It is shaping up to be one peach of a day; City bastards put up a NO PARKING sign right where our car was parked and I swear to Christ they put it up just this morning.

Two cow-orkers are out and one of them, unfortunately, has chicken pox. I haven't had chicken pox. I don't want them now. If he tries to come back to work this week, I will have to beat him with a broom handle, which is a shame because I actually like him. And to top it all off, because of this illness, I have to "produce" some (profoundly unglamorous) photo shoots (everything I do at my job sounds impressive but is not at all).

But there are some things to look forward to in the next few days: A review of Gary Amdahl's Visigoth, and bmarkey's reviews of the new Built to Spill and Howling Rain.

And a return to sweetness and light!

ADDENDUM: In addition to the aforementioned slings and arrows, I just discovered that I've been walking around with my fly down all morning.