Biz cash

It's Friday, which means I can wear jeans if I donate three dollars to charity. (If you are tempted to make a little jab about how banal office culture is, I ask you reference this blog posting.) Anyway, I'm sporting a sweet pair of Arizonas today, but I find myself wanting more. Like, if I gave ten bucks, could I wear a pair of Daisy Dukes? Or for a C-note could I come in sans pants? I just care about charity is all.

And with that, I'm off for the weekend in NYC. It's possible I won't have computer access, so I may not be writing again until Monday morning. Hey, back off, I've come a long way in the last few days. I feel proud of my work and I'm not going to let you knock me down. Just plain hurtful.

Oh yeah, before I get on the bus, I'm going to nuke a turkey and muenster melt on wholegrain bread, my second of the day. Pretty delish, but I wish I had some more spicy potatoes...