Fringe and some random

( Hmm )

Random.

Coworker: So, on Tuesday at the staff retreat - at dinner you kept giving me the death glare. Did I do something?
Me: Dude, I felt like SHIT all day long and that's been obvious to everyone. Did you consider my facial expression might have zero to do with you and everything to do with a long, long day of being ill?
CW: Oh.
Me: I know. It must be terribly shocking that it wasn't All About You.

I mean, really.

SPN: Two and a Half Men

Better.

( Well, that's something. )

I think the milk I had for dinner was bad.

The End.