Monday, October 11, 2004

toy legs

Have I got toy legs? How am I supposed to sit at this desk for the rest of today? Kenny doesn't sit at a desk, he kind of lies underneath it at an impossibly cool angle, with his fingers clawing up at the keyboard like some meticulous squirrel. I mean, it's literally 2 feet high this thing. I just met some of my remote co-workers for the first time and they must of thought I was some kind of oversized ape in this bizarre toy cupboard office. Not the kind of first impression I was intending to make. Anyway, we're out in Menlo Park tonight at some place which does good 'an proper British food, right? I mean, I was at some Vietnamese place for lunch and now this. What's it like over here? I'm gonna get a right fat one, I tell thee.

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