Jesse Mullan

I don’t think it was a vertebra after all

Written on Monday, the 5^th of May, 2003 at 12:00 pm and was filed under: Wallowing

Here I am at my new temp job, enjoying that sort of illicit pleasure that one derives from doing non-work-related things at one's desk. I guess that it is technically my lunch, so I can't get in to too much trouble. Did I mention the sensation of fire ants nibbling on my spine? Oh joy! There's only so much that Acetaminophen can do for you, and then it's just raw guts that keeps you temping. Temper Fi!