Ah. Fridays.

The office went out for lunch today, to celebrate the birthday of the head honcho. Once again, sadly, smoking becomes a catalyst for comradery. Unbeknowst to me, I caught a ride in the 'smoking van' on the way to lunch. Once all the cigs got lit up, I noticed everyone in the van seem to become human, and became less convervative than they appear during office hours. Granted, the smell was unappetizing, but that 5 minute ride helped me to connect with my co-workers, something I hadn't been able to do since arriving here.

It's back home this weekend. I have a bag full of toys and porn, and a head full of naughty thoughts. I believe the SmartBalls will make their maiden voyage with me while I ride home on the bus. I'll let you know how that turns out.

Now it's off to eat cake, and play the office game - smile at awkward jokes, suppress the dirty jokes I'd like to tell, and pretent to be really focused on work.

Maybe I'll put the balls in before the cake.