Half Baked

They decided, (and who "they" is, I'm not really sure) that my office needed to be repainted today. Not this evening, but twenty minutes ago - when I am in the midst of writing a legal opinion letter regarding the tax qualified status of a multi-million dollar deal. Not really spectacular timing if you ask me, but then again, no one did.

Since I am forced to keep my door closed to concentrate (I'm at the end of a hall and all the noise tunnels directly into my office) I am also simultaneously concentrating toxic paint fumes.

Dude. I want some doritos.