Again, with the Phil Collins… Anyways, as many of you know, I work late on Tuesdays and frequently don’t get out of work until around 11pmish—sometimes even later, like tonight, when I walked out at around 11:35.  And it seems that the later I work, the stranger the night’s experiences are.  Tonight, I:

- Witnessed four women, all between the ages of 28-40, screaming at the TV in our conference room like teenagers when the outcome of Rock Star: INXS was announced.
- Got nauseous because there was an inexplicable smell of something like spoiled milk permeating the office.
- Told a devout Catholic that I was going to smite the Vatican.
- Found my car covered in a mixture of water (from the rain earlier today) and half-washed-away dirt and dust (from my trip on Saturday to the Land of the Dirt People), making it look like someone vomited all over my car.
- Played volleyball in the hallway with a co-worker using a giant beachball, nearly destroying my desk in the process.