Initials accidentally took my keys to work with him this morning. Fortunately, I work the night shift, and don't necessarily have to do anything until then. I could stop by the library to return some things, I should stop by my credit union sometime soon, I wanted to call a friend to go out for lunch with me, but none of those are needs. I suppose I could do some cleaning around my apartment, but I don't want to.
Instead, I'm playing Oregon Trail online and putting everyone's name as Initials. They're going at a grueling pace with meager rations and I'm fording the river when I should be caulking and floating.
Take that, Initials! July of 1848 is going to eat you up and spit you out! You will not get 'pepperoni' on your tombstone, only DOOM!
That'll teach him.
