Sometimes, I suspect that I might be a little odd. Shocking, right?

As I'm stuck at work tonight until midnight, I shall ramble aimlessly below:

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For the first portion of my day at work I sometimes have to help out the filing department. I was pushing a cart loaded down with paperwork when I ran over something that was lodged under the carpet. The cart jolted and made an overwhelmingly loud "Ka-thump!" noise. My brain immediately tossed up the image that I had just ran over some poor, helpless office gnome or brownie that was sneaking about the office under the carpet. I've ran over him several times now and can't help but wince and cringe upon each impact. I suspect my co-workers are beginning to grow wary of me.

[Insert moment of contemplation here, cup chin thoughtfully]

Um, actually, I'm pretty positive that my co-workers are already wary of me. Is it normal for co-workers to make the sign of the evil eye in your general direction and then ensconce themselves beneath a pile of paperwork, garlic and crosses?

Okay, okay. I might be exaggerating a little bit.

Just a wee bit.

Wee...There's just something about that word.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Wasn't that fun?

Luckily, I work the second shift and, thus, a large portion of my time is spent by myself.

I like to have the lights off as much as possible in the office. I despise flourescent lighting. I would like to state that I specifically despise standing directly underneath ten searing hot flourescent bulbs in front of a wavy mirror in any ladies restroom. The last thing I need when I trudge into the office is to stare at an alternative dimension NightBug that has, based upon appearance, simultaneously experienced a high velocity impact from a runaway train, a morphine overdose, and been subjected to the neurotic machinations of a demented makeup artist.

I would also like to point out that the trash cans here have an annoying tendency to crinkle randomly throughout the night. I really, really shouldn't have brought that horror novel to work the other day. I ended up reading a paragraph and then staring with intent mind-numbing terror at the trash can as it rattled, burbled and attempted to devour the remains of my discarded popcorn bag.

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I have a tendency to dance and sing-a-long to the music at grocery stores when I'm in a good mood - which I always am at a grocery store. Yes, I admit it, one of my favorite ways to spend money is by purchasing large quantities of food. Immediately upon return to the house, I attempt to cook it. For some reason now, every time I turn on my oven the house fills with smoke and the smell is distinctly reminiscent of charred flesh (which is incredibly odd when one also factors in that I'm vegetarian).

I knew I shouldn't have started drinking coffee again. Sigh.

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[Update]
Oh...gees. Why isn't it midnight yet? When I can escape?