Well, it’s a Friday, so if you know me at all you know two things: A. I ate a free bagel today and B. I got almost nothing done. Like, little to no things were done. A criminally small amount of things. It’s just so hard to concentrate on anything! There’s hardly anyone in the office and I get hopped up on cream cheese and my cubicle mates and I start talking, and all of a sudden we have a bonafide case of the Silly Fridays and there’s absolutely nothing to be done about it. I’m pretty sure it’s a clinical thing, diagnosable by most doctors, and that suspicion is confirmed by the fact that celebrity publicists KNOW ABOUT IT. Did you notice how Beyonce‘s pregnancy was confirmed after 2:00pm EST on a Friday? A time at which I’m almost certain to be turned around in my swivel chair trying to cajole a coworker into going a donut run. You tricksy tricksy publicists. You’re lucky I have the internet on my phone.
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