Three questions of the day.
Morning: Am I dying or is the office wicked cold? My toes are numb, fingers shaking, and goosebumps standing to attention*.
Afternoon: Is it wrong that I find it funny that the British term for 'slow-release,' as in slow-release pills, is retard? So that in the UK, people take retard pills?
Evening: Hot Cheeto's, where have you been my whole life?
*In case you're worried, turns out, I'm not dying. The air was gelid and everyone felt the chill. I am actually afraid to go into work tomorrow.
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