We want pizza but don’t want to put up with the titanic imbecility that is Joe, so we’re going to my house to make one. Here’s the recipe for the crust:

2 c. flour
1 tbsp. sugar
Dash salt
1 pkg. dry yeast
3/4 c. very warm water

Mix dry ingredients together, add warm water and mix until dry ingredients are incorporated. Let rise 1 hour and roll.

1 (6 oz.) can tomato paste
1/2 tsp. garlic powder
1 tsp. salt
1 tsp. crushed oregano leaves
6 oz. water

(Enough for 2 pizzas.)

Sauce /\

I’m happy to say that the mouse has returned. Amanda returned it. Okay, I’m bored. Don’t feel like blogging. OMG how pathetic Joe asked Sammie out again.

John is having his resignation talk with Mike right now. The suspense! The drama! The excitement! I overheard this, but nothing else:

Mike: “So you’re going back to Arizona?”

I want drama! I want excitement! But I’ll probably be severely disappointed. I’m already disappointed. *tear* Oh yeah, Charley said he’s up for some fun one day. Oh, I should check my bank balance. I have $163. I must check out insurance quotes after I get off work. I’ll make copies of all my insurance documentation so I can look at it when I’m in the office. Dang, no John drama. He’s telling people about leaving now. It’s sad, I’ll have nobody to bitch about Crescent City with. *tear* Today makes me sad. First Jennifer, who was uber-cool, now John, who was cool. I hope he doesn’t hire a bunch of anal retentive losers to take their place. This job would so suck. Must get back to letters, I’m procrastinating too much.

I’m at work and don’t feel like working. I don’t think the caffiene has hit my system yet. I have to call illiterate conservative Nazi assholes and I don’t feel like it. Maybe I’ll blog while I do it, then it won’t be so bad. First up was Karen Plechaty, she is concerned with the rise in the amount of publicly owned lands and the decrease in tax revenue. Our city government is raising taxes to account for this. No answer from Rick Duncan. He’s thanking some people. It has something to do with a baseball league. Laura Mayo wants to praise our local coverage. Hugh Moffatt is talking about Buzzini Rd, Daniel Alexander is ranting incoherently about Democrats and war and how Democrats are responsible for everything in the world. Okay, that wasn’t so bad. Eric is in early. I wonder why. I should type up these letters.

Hello world, I’m at work. John is supposed to be handing in his two weeks’ notice today, but Mike has been interviewing some person for Jennifer’s old position. I brought tea in my nice car cup but since the top of the cup is all closed off so it can’t spill, the heat can’t get out either so I burned my tounge on it. John’s looking up hybrid cars. I’m so not going to be able to work until I can ingest my tea. There’s Diet Mountain Dew in the vending machine, but that would involve me going out to my car. God I’m so bored and tired. I didn’t get to sleep until three. Must check my Retroviral e-mail. Oh, checked my Hotmail this morning and I’m basically SOL on the needle thing. I need the cartridge before I can find out what needle I need and I don’t even know what cartridge I need. So I’m fucked. No messages on my Retroviral account. So tired. Maybe I’ll do archiving first, that takes no brainpower whatsoever. And at least I’ll look like I’m doing something.