It smells like feet in my office today, and I'm such a dork that the only jokes I can think of about that involve Kimmie Gibbler. Q: How many Kimmie Gibblers does it take to make my office smell like a foot? A: One.
Anyway, winter's finally arrived. You can tell because the city has transformed into a network of intersecting wind tunnels thrashing and destroying the only Good Hair Day I've had in 2 weeks. Negative points for timing because today I was supposed to show off my haircut to Coworker Liz, but she approved anyway, which is important. My life is so interesting, aren't you glad I'm blogging more?