Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Beep beep.

The office I started working out of this week has phones with the same ring as those of CTU on 24.

Beep beep ba brreep.

It become almost instinctual for me to flinch in horror and suspense when I hear that ring. Is it the president? Patch Jack through, Chloe. We've got a national crisis here, people! Oh, Bill Buchanan, just take the call.

I'm incredibly dorky.

In real national terrorism news, last night Erica, Jesse and I got stuck in our building's elevator. We were a bit inebriated so it was all fun waiting for the ten cops and firemen. Not fun: being in an elevator when there's Anytime foodz waiting for you.

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