Here's Snark. Snark is my stress ball. Our office received several hundred stress balls from one of the drug companies to give out to people who visited our tent at the Relay for Life last year. I'm not sure if our tent was unpopular or if the drug company just gave us too many, but now there are several hundred stress balls in a paper bag sitting in the office basement. Snark used to have some sort of writing on him. I think one side said something like "83%" and to which the other side replied "Beat Hep C" or something like that. However, in my stress, I squeezed that white lettering right off of him. One day I was sitting through a stressful phone call with my scissors in one hand and Snark in the other and I accidentally cut him. Eventually, through much abuse, the small cut turned into a mouth-shape. Today I drew eyes on him and named him Snark and took pictures of him in various locations around the front office. I have to do these things otherwise I'd lose my mind.
I had noodles for dinner. I feel like the fattest fatty in all the land because noodles are quite filling and I ate nearly all that were given to me by the folks at Noodles & Co. Post-noodles I went to rehearsal and was surprised to find out I know all of my lines from the second act. Good on me. Now I'm sleepy. I'm going to go read my book (The Year of Living Biblically by A.J. Jacobs) and perhaps go to bed early. Wicked.
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