I feel like throwing a screaming fit right here in the middle of the office right now.

It wouldn't do a shit bit worth of good though.

It would only serve to reinforce some people's opinion that I really an a psycho-bitch that needs to be medicated.

Everybody please fuck off now.

Shut Up, Will You Just Please Shut The Hell UP?

I know, ok. I know.

Tony Randall is dead.

I'm sure he's more upset about it than you are.

Yeah, that soldier got a year in prison and a shitty discharge.

Hey, he got punished for being a dick and helping other people act like dicks, I'm not going to lose any sleep over it.

Ok, Texas executed a mentally ill man last night.

And I'm wondering what Danny Glover and Jesse Jackson are up to this afternoon, they sure ain't catching a flight outta the Lone Star State.

What I did last night that I look so tired today?

What I did last night isn't your fucking business, m'k?

Politics and Breakfast Sam-itches.

There is a little place in town, it's been here for as long as I can remember.

It's called the Do-Nut Hole, and used to be owned by a family that lived here in town forever, in fact, I went to high school with the owner's daughter. Many a day my Dad would drive thru to get me a bag of holes and a chocolate milk for the road. Unlike other kids who got hyped up on sugar, it mellowed me out.

Anyway, a few years ago the original owners sold out and hit the road. Can't say that I blame them, anyway a Korean man bought it, kept the same old menu for a long time and went on about the business of selling do-nuts. Lot's of people scoffed, the place would go down hill, it'll be closed in a year, won't be long before they start selling egg rolls.

And ten, maybe fifteen years later, Mr. Kim is still selling do-nuts. (Hey, the sign reads "DO-NUTS"), he's also selling the most wonderful croissaints stuffed with a slice of cheese, a pile of bacon and the thinnest, saltiest, pepperiest scrambled egg you've ever seen in your life. They are a heartattack wrapped up in a napkin, and every morning there are pickups, mini vans, clunkers and beaters lined up at the drive thru with people waiting to purchase the fine wares that Mr. Kim churns out of his kitchen.

That would be kitchens, becuase not only has Mr. Kim kept the original place going, he's expanding.

And there isn't an egg roll in sight.