tales of a non-profit

there's a kid in the room nearby. he's stuck in the office -- in a darkened room in the back, lit only by drawn window shades -- because he's on spring break, and his poor mother brought him to work.

wait, scratch that. his poor mother is just mean. poor him. and poor me?

he's chilling on the floor, playing with... i dunno. something. i can't see him, but i CAN hear him. and the boy is making bb-gun noises and "pshew, pshew" sounds, accentuated by a BOOM every once in a while. and then sometimes, he gets fed up and runs his fingers all over the keyboard.

meanwhile, as i attempt to continue this never-ending, rather masochistic task of analyzing biodefense funding for fiscal year 2007, i read about prevention and preparedness... and then hear BOOM!.. and wonder if i should just give up.

his mom just walked in to check up on her self-entertained kid and asked, "how are the bunnies doing?" okay... i might be wrong, but i don't think bunnies make bb-gun sounds. unless they're just really evil and violent wabbits. is that likely? hmmm, maybe my imagination's starting to fail....