Jonny Craig came downtown to work with me today!
Everyone was looking forward to meeting him, since he’s such a big departmental name. A few weeks ago, I was thinking about this, about how almost all of my co-workers know of his existence, and I said to Henry, “I bet Jonny Craig never imagined so many attorneys would know who he is—-” and then I stopped myself short as the stupidity of that statement sunk in. Of course there are attorneys who know who he is. He’s a drug addicted* criminal.
(*Sober. For now.)
Carey took me and Jonny to Arby’s for dinner. My Creamcicle shake came close to matching the orange hue of hsi ginger camaro-coif.
Here Jonny lounges next to the Keurig that I broke (and Nina fixed) last week.
Relxing next to the Conflicts puzzle and the rogue banana that I claimed 25 seconds previously from the kitchen table.
Hanging out in a tree, which I learned by accident is real and not fake.
OMG YES CAN I.
Drinking in the nostalgia at MY OLD DESK. :(
Balancing on Julie’s yoga ball.
Playing with Lee’s toys.
Chillin’ in a bowl of his #2 fan, Wendy.
Commiserating in ginger harmony with That Fucking Orange Ball.
I actually did work very hard today and almost cried at one point because I had so much to do. But I got it all done and thank god Jonny Craig was here to help me decompress, ya’ll. THANK GOD.