help me please. the bastard has been trapped in his cube for the last 50 minutes while people are hashing out what goes on the killing stuff monthly website and it's making his head hurt.
"well the website"
"well maybe we could website the website"
"well website the website and then circle back to the website and then we could website"
truth to tell is, this has nothing to do with the fact that the board is in front of my cubicle. to be fair, these guys have been working really hard on this sort of thing and it has more to do with the fact that i need a cup of coffee. and a door. and some earplugs. and some gin. and a pick axe. cover me, i'm jumping out of my cube, with coffee on the brain. wish me luck, shiteyes.