The Perils of Blogging

Everytime I start a new blog post at work, EVERY SINGLE TIME, work comes and lands on my desk. I'd rather the corpse of a goose infected with avian bird flu land on my desk. It's disturbing and uncanny. Either someone is watching or God is trying to tell me something. But God is just like all the other voices in my head, yelling at me and telling me to do stuff. And He never tells me to do anything fun like watch TV or peek in the window of my neighbors house so I'm not going to listen. I'm just going to go home and have a nice wank.