"Peace"
In the words of Inigo Montoya, "You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means."
I've decided to put away the laptop, save what's left of my presentation for tomorrow, and turn off CNN! Dominos is on its way with a large pepperoni & sausage pizza, and an order of chicken kickers - which could, quite possibly, be one of the world's finest inventions.
And what could top this off? Just a big old dose of George Clooney, who can stuff me into the back of his trunk *anytime*. Out of Sight has got to be one of the sexiest movies I've seen in a long time, and even makes me forget that I hate Jennifer "the-actress-I-refuse-to-call-by-her-initials" Lopez. Mmmmmm George. (Clooney, not my cat.)
Hot DAMN! My food has arrived. So here I go... off into my own little world. I've heard quite enough calls for "peace" for one day.
ETA: Georgie just grabbed a piece of sausage and took off with it down the hall! Ha! Little bitch!