i'm minding the office again today. been here for an hour point five and the phone has only rung once. i am spitefully slacking. well, actually, i can't even spitefully slack; too much to do. i'm just being spitefully dutiful.

2 Fast 2 Furious was alright if not completely fucking implausible and paper thin. Vin Diesel made the first movie. well, rather, his bare chest made that movie. should i be having impure thoughts in the assistant vice chancellor's office? ahh, sweet spite. when i stare thoughtfully into space for minutes at a time they will think i am contemplating my next move with a new webdesign. but in truth, i'll be elsewhere, steeping in my naughty thoughts. the Thought Police will never know!

insert maniacal laughter here.