Oh Yeah? Well My Rubber Band Ball is Bigger Than Yours!

And they say reception is boring...

What I did today:

• Stamped mail.
• Rummaged in a drawer. Found the roll-on stamp-pad inker.
• Inked my date stamp. 
• Contributed to my rubberband ball.
• Made faces at people over the phone.
• Re-inked my date-stamper.
• Put Fingertip Moistener on my fingers and tried it out. (I could turn like a million pages)
• Tried out my date-stamper, again. Felt dissatisfied.
• Re-inked my date stamp.
• Read the "do not over-ink pad" on Ink Refiller.
• Got ink on my fingers.
• Added more rubberbands to my ball.
• Stamped "sensitive information" on a bunch of papers for no reason.
• Re-inked my date stamp, despite warnings. (seriously, that never gets old)
• Listened to Maroon 5's Songs About Jane on repeat.
• Examined my toenails critically.
• Spun around in my swivelly chair a few times.
• Gazed at my rubberband proudly, again.
• Gave the re-inker the eye...
• Closed up shop. 

 Productivity, personified.