My guaranteed daily .05 seconds of elation:

[katernater]

There's a stack of boxed wall clocks in the break room at work. The boxes are of a certain dimension that, for half a second, I mistake them for donut boxes. When I remember what they actually are, I become very sad. This happens at least three times a week.

...It's good to be back in the saddle again.

Comments

[katernater.livejournal.com]

See them hiding there behind the microwave? It's just a great big tease, I tell you.

[another-myself.livejournal.com]

Oh, my. Yeah. Yeah, I would be thinking white-iced doughnuts for sure there.