In my world it's cheque-run day, which is a day I normally like. Except, today my printer won't print.

Insert office rage.

I wish I could draw you a stick woman stabbing a printer, because that is how I feel on the inside. Imagine me in my trousers and flats, holding a butter knife (that's all they allow me to play with,) angrily stabbing away a plastic hunk of junk. *sigh*

ha-ha at least my boyfriend is cute..