Lameass Central

So I'm back at work after a week's vacation, and I can't tell you how suicidal fantastic I feel. There's a stack of work as high as my collarbone (I'd prove it, but it seems that someone took the digital camera I was playing with two weeks ago), but I don't want to do any of it because
A.) no one is in the office
B.) my boss doesn't get back from her honeymoon til tomorrow and
C.) I'm a complete and utter slacker
I'll probably leave early today, even though I came in late, because I can. This is so sad.