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Traffic is backed up in my arteries. I just ate five krispy kreme donuts. Eric was yelling at me to stop eating, he said those sugar-glazed donuts have about 1000 calories in them. That means I have consumed 5000 calories within a 4 hour period.

I got rather worried. 5000 is a wHOLE lot. So I thought I checked. Apparently, on Krispy Kreme's Nutritional Factsheet, each one of them is 200 calores.

Me on the phone: "Eric, you liar. You scared the s*#% out of me. It's only 200 calories, not 1000!"
Eric: "Really?"
*click*

Next thing I know I walked out of my office and there Eric was, rummaging through the box for the remaining of the donuts.

sayings...
I make the same complaints over and over again at work.

Me: "I'll take me 100 hours to put the design together and then slice the page up and code it."
Manager: "I really need this tomorrow, what about getting the 3 freelancers to help you?"
Me, shouting at this point: "No! Obviously the design has to be done before the coding can start, it doesn't matter if you give me 10 men, it won't be done in 24 hours."

Yesterday while talking to Kris about the this, he smiled and used a perfect example to illustrate the point.
Kris: "You can't have three women working on having a baby and expect childbirth in 3 months instead of 9 now, can you?..."

Email server
There was a typo in the email add this morning and I got a bounced mail. So I asked boy how the email server handled that:

mail.sr.org: doot doot. whoot! something to do!
mail.sr.org: where's this one going... spacerobots.com. ok. not local.
mail.sr.org: *knock* *knock*
ns1.sr.org: yo.
mail.sr.org: got a question.
ns1.sr.org: everyone does.
mail.sr.org: ever heard of spacerobots.com?
ns1.sr.org: sure. 123.456.789.00
mail.sr.org: k. tnx!
ns1.sr.org: no problem.

mail.sr.org: *knock* *knock*
mail.sr.com: hello?
mail.sr.org: got mail for ryan
mail.sr.com: hrm... lemme check.
mail.sr.org: ...
mail.sr.com: sorry, no one here by that name.
mail.sr.org: rats. ok. bye.
mail.sr.com: bye.
mail.sr.org: *return to sender* sorry, i tried.

Need to get away?
I'm so stressed. I'm so easily irritated. I need to get away. Where are my beloved aunties? Elaine, I'm still waiting for your invitation. *hint hint* sometime in May/June maybe? Holly, how's your schedule like?

Note to "you know who you are":
Never order Thai food "hot hot" again. Unless you're out to kill all your taste buds and leave your tummy very angry with you.

St. Patrick's Day
Boy and I and the usual weekend gang went to the St. Patrick's Day parade downtown. Here are the snapshots that was taken.

Speaking of snapshots, have anyone seen the movie One Hour Photos? What do you think of the very very last scene with the family photo? Do you think that's fantasy or reality?