Daria hits the office.

Someone once told me that I sound like Ben Stein's daughter due to my low monotonous voice even whilst delivering crude jokes or evil insults. This has nothing to do with the fact that I've discovered that my eyes poop out by noon which is when my contacts contract a thick frosty coating disabling my vision. Yesterday I brought Visine to work, but it didn't help much. Today I wore my glasses.

I am reverting to my old lazy ways.