what a difference an "a" makes

what a day yesterday. it started off like any other typical day. morning coffee clutch. sorted into houses. then visited "music guy" for some cds.  got back to the office and listened to sound effects. real nerd fun. we transported ourselves to the docks, into a jungle forest with gorilla calls and exotic birds, to desert mountains with coyotes. it must have sounded weird from the stairs.
 
at some point, "smarty" ripped his pants at the crotch. we offered him all kinds of quick fixes - staple it, sew it with metallic thread, use double-sided tape, super glue it, some kind of rubber band and paperclip combination! - none of which he took. nonono, he was gonna have to go home and change. which meant little tokyo. which meant "s". which meant another great lunch excursion with "mr. o'fox" and "smarty hahn" to this spot we love for "terrorist sushi."  (sadly, "mr. poison paranoia" was still worried about his "boylimia", so he opted out).   
 
"terrorist sushi" place closes daily between 2-5pm. we consult the clock. at the tone the time will be - 1:18pm. ack! let's go, let's go! we hop into the "intellihahn's" car and book it over to his part of town and luck out with a parking spot right across the street from hama. the sushi here is sooooooo good. oishiiiiiiiii. (i think that's how you spell it) o'fox might have had to slap someone's mama it was so good. the hamachi here is incredible. nice and buttery, it practically melts in your mouth. the seared albacore is quite delightful. it's got a tantalizing tanginess about it. and i love their preparation of unagi, broiled until the edges begin to curl and all the fat turns crisp. mmmmm. such scrumptiousness. we were three very happy little piggies.  
 
so back at the office food coma starts to set in. i'm the sleepikins. smarty's the sleepikins. ---- now, i hardly ever do this, but for whatever reason (probably food coma sleepiness) i decide i have to lie down on the couch for a quick power nap. just to get my strength back before the night's festivities. so i'm sleeping on the couch. smarty's in his chair, his head cocked back, mouth slightly agape. i was on the verge of deep sleep when clunk, clunk, clunk - here comes someone climbing up the stairs. my cellphone rings. i jump to answer it. in walks the soon to be ex-head honcho, "Gana." what timing! thank god glyphic called or else i would have been found sleeping on the job. maybe i shouldn't have been worried. he is leaving after all. but what bad form! unfortunately i didn't make it back to my desk in time to close out my IM windows and other random shit. it's ridiculous i've made it this far.  
 
later...  
 
a typical day turns a-typical night.