While my to-do list mocks me …

So does the usual “Let Your People Go!” directive so the office can close early.

You know, I was born to be extraordinary. That’s meant superhuman challenges (and, sometimes, triumphs). There ain’t nothing normal about me, in any way/shape/form.

I would love to knock off early — or, hell, enjoy a day off — but it’s just not possible. Even if I did, it just means I have to make up for it over the weekend.

And Winger is in town tonight. Which, I had 100% planned to go see. If you don’t want to know how frustrated I am right now, chained to my desk, don’t ask.

However, there’s still time to FedEx some scandalous gutchies to the venue and ask a roadie to pelt Kip with them …

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