God, Jordan just sent me a message on MySpace. He drove past me in the opposite lane as I was driving home from work today, and the imbecile waved at me. He spelled my name wrong in the e-mail he sent me. Way to go, Niels Bohr.

Anyway, I’m playing around with the idea of starting a social ineptitude Olympics. I think Jordan would take the gold, with the Insipid Coworker of Doom coming in close second. You know, I actually haven’t been hating her very much since I found out that she can bake well. I appreciate people that can cook. It’s a dying skill in our McWorld.

My computer randomly turned off 30 minutes or so ago. I wonder if I was writing a post. Probably not.