Okay, I can't take it anymore. It's 3 p.m. and I have yet to even start working. Is it fair to call this day a writeoff? True, it would be one thing if they were paying me, but without any real impetus to do the horribly boring and doubleplusunfun marketing project . . . ugh I'm flailing here.

But did I mention yet my dutiful appreciation for Something Awful. It's like the gift that keeps on giving. Or the clock that keeps on ticking. Or some other thing. I'll never forget "The Highway Shoe."

My lunchtime run-in with the president of the company went well. I barely know the guy, so I won't say I've impressed him or anything, but I clearly haven't disappointed him. I even danced around the sensitive subject of being hired past my internship with grace. I never do anything with grace!

I'm sure I can kill 90 more minutes before I go to my other job. I think I'll just work extra hard tomorrow to make up for today. Really though.