Greg

So I was just called "Greg" at work today. Greg. I was okay when they called me Bruce, Big B, and Briana. Those are either close or have "B" in them, but Greg? I don't even know what a Greg would look like. Every time I experience something like this I die a little inside.

Also of note, I realized today that I may have broken my hand two weeks ago while watching the Mavs play the Spurs. I was at Sherlock's with Teresa when the Mavs lost. I then, in a fit of anger, punched a pool table. Well two weeks later and it still really hurts. The whole incident taught me one valuable lesson: sometimes I forget how stupid and un-tough I can be.