Is it safe for me to run with scissors?

I've always liked that line. Normally when i hear people saying that, i picture this really pudgy kid in my head, running like a lightning bolt with his terrified AND very pissed mom chasing after him. Then the mom catches him and then proceeds to spank the little devil's behind into high heaven. Ah, sounds just about right...

Oh well, that's my (morbid) thought of the day.

Oh my does time really fly. It's like this, time flies fastest when:

1.You are having fun(ie getting drunk just by smelling a can of beer, hanging out with friends until the wee hours,doing *wink wink* things).

2.When you're bored (ie whole day just rotting and waiting for dinner).

3.When you have a bajillion work to do(ie no examples needed since this is really self-explanatory(i hope so)).

All in all, i'm 'suffering' from all three. It's not that bad but when you think about it, it's pretty scary. Just like The Ring, now THAT'S a creepy movie.