Speaking of television, this new show Tin Man is starting on SciFi this Sunday. It's supposed to be all Oz-a-rific, The Wizard of Oz turned on its head in a different sort of way than Wicked. I'm kind of pumped because both Zooey Deschanel and Alan Cumming are on Tin Man. And as everyone knows, we — the hip, cool and groovy cats I hang with — used to toast to Alan Cumming.
Also, the office stinks. Reeks, even. See, there was an old gas station on the northeast corner of the block we're on. Its latest incarnation, up until July, was an ISP. Anyway, the building had to be torn down because the soil underneath was contaminated from all the gas. Well, the county tore down the building in early October, maybe late September, and the ground sat there all muddy and forlorn looking until this week; they finally started digging up the contaminated soil.
It smells disgusting, kind of like rubber cement but really it's diesel. It seeps into everything. I can even smell it when I walk outside my house, which is five blocks away. It disgusts me. I hope the smell is gone soon, as it's kind of hard to work when your office smells like ass pieces. I feel bad for the vet I take my cats to, though, because his office is right next to where they're digging. It's got to be 1,000 times worse inside. Bleh.
Anyhow, I'm off, as I just got paid and must deposit my moneys in the
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