Trapped

I was literally blowing spit bubbles at my desk to amuse myself before I discovered online iTunes. It's been 4 hours and 15 minutes. I've decided to make myself wait 5 hours before I'm allowed to eat my can of tuna fish AND i will probally have to drink the tuna juice out of it because I don't want to go through the dark main office to the dark staff kitchen to drain my tuna. It's SCARY! Actually right now I've blockaded myself in my office so NOBODY CAN GET ME! I'm also not drinking water so I won't have to go to the restroom. hehe. I think I may sound a little crazy but it's a valid concern. I do have a slight headache and I feel like I've been sitting a very very long time. But on the positive side I wrote one letter AND I know more oldies songs than anyone alive now.

In other news my mother took an AMBIEN instead of her muscle relaxant on the way to the community outing. The conversation that follows is a documentation of this morning's correspondence.

mom-me 10:00am I wonder i . Took an ambien instead of muscle relAXANT i am seeing double of great
me 10:01am GREAT
mom-me 10:07 Right though there are to of tom speaking
me 10:08 Maybe you should lie down in your car.
mom-me 10:30 Well this most certainly giving this a knew out look
me 10:31 Don't talk to anyone.
mom-me 10:35 Its a deal... nice it takes all the pressure off me. i don't have to speak
me 10:35 Don't you dare. Who are you sitting by?
mom-me 10:37 No one i know. Really i won't say a word
me 11:33 How are you now?

This was followed by a phone conversation in which she had decided to serve with making cd's for everyone and assured me that Kirby had NO IDEA that she was half-crazed on hallunigenics. She was "very tired" though, can't imagine why. Hopefully it will wear off by the time she's ready to drive home. Otherwise, chi dejavu...

Well someone come rescue me.