You guys want to know what I do at work all day?
I spend my days looking for my shoes.
Why were my shoes glued to the ceiling?
Because I broke them on my way to work and left them on Dizzy's workbench for repair, and he didn't like the way I filled out my repair tag. So he glued my shoes to the ceiling. Took me ten minutes to find the stupid things, and another fifteen to figure out how to get them down.
They don't pay me enough for this.
Now you guys can understand my lack of writing lately. How can one write without shoes on one's feet?