Once again, allow me to bore you with my fucking life.
If I don't do my weekly food shopping on the weekends, I end up doing it Monday night after work. This always ends up with me eating bananas on the drive back home. Annoying thing about doing my food shopping on Monday night is the fact that I don't have anyone around to help me carry the groceries into the apartment so I have to make two trips.
One application stood out on Monday. Some guy who lives in my hometown and works like five minutes where I used to live applied for a loan. First, out of the simple fact that he was from my town, I was sorely tempted to suggest that a short-term loan wasn't in his best interest and at best was a band-aid for a situation which required major surgery. That's when I remembered that I enjoy steady income and being a fucking miser so I told him about the terms and conditions in addition to clearing up various points. The call took ten minutes but considering the fact that 90% of my applications take two minutes to complete, I could afford the luxury of dicking around for once.
If my father's reading, the guy works across from the Pathmark on Route 22 in that industrial park.
My Christmas shopping is nearly done. Bed, Bath and Beyond, internet shopping took care of the lion's share. This weekend I'll do the mopping up work going to local stores and hopefully get everything wrapped so it doesn't look like a retard did it. Fucking Christmas is next week!
Someone added me on LiveJournal that I'm not acquainted with online or offline. I am amused by the novelty, moreso that heptapod.org is the least read site on the internet not to mention that my livejournal is a steaming pile of shit that only has one or two good posts which involve pictures.
Right now I'm reading about a new Kuiper belt object and an about.com article regarding the ten most puzzling ancient artifacts. Springtime for Hitler just finished and Fade to Black is now playing on the computer.
After work on Tuesday, I bought two books by Alan Steele. Coyote and Coyote Rising. It's cold in Colorado Springs, forty degrees but that's hardly cold considering the single digit temperatures which ruled the roost last week. One of the benefits of not living near an ocean is the fact that temperatures have wild swings. Ninety during the day, thirty at night while in New Jersey the temperature will stay about the same (+/- 10 degrees) through the day.
Finally I believe that I may be monitored while using the stalker program. On Friday, while things were slow, I just entered names at random and saw what came up from the searches. Monday, I discovered that I couldn't use the back button to get back to the original search page getting a message stating the page had expired. Even funnier, I can't even use the foward button to go to the last viewed page even if it didn't contain any generated content.
I emailed one of my co-workers, asked if she could use the back button without any trouble and according to her she could! Knowing most of the people at work know less about computers than I do, I am trying to take things with a grain of salt and chalk it up to vestigial paranoia and anxiety.
So I had to increment up all my dreams, tinker with the alignment of the numbers and now everything looks the way it ought to look. I have much enjoyment in maintaining my website in this primitive and labor-intensive fashion.
This means that dream number 666, dream of the beast, was one of Jaybird's dreams.
