state of the merde

my boss had asked if i wanted to have some sort of going away lunch or something on my last day. i said, "i don't know, i doubt anyone would come."

as i predicted, no one came. my boss left at noon friday, with a quick handshake and a "good luck." i was there till 5:30, wrapping up loose ends and packing my cube, but no one even came by to say goodbye. well, except the other writer, who will probably be getting my job now that i'm gone. i was neither surprised nor disappointed. grim resignation seems to be the best strategy for me the last few years.

the good news: my mysterious genital sore is crotch acne, not long-undiagnosed herpes. yay!

in case you were wondering

what i've been up to, it's this:

• Liam
  
• Tattooed skin
  
• Black suit w/white t-shirt
  
• Brown jacket and jeans

Addendum, 8/12: i feel compelled to mention that each of these items is among the top few most-downloaded in its category. finally, an endeavor in which obsessive attention to detail pays off!

from the "i couldn't resist" department

BA cancels Friday flights at London's Heathrow, says "I ain't gettin' on no plane!"

(no, the story has nothing to do with the A-Team.)