5/23/06
Monday is Monday is Monday. I don't care. Work is busy then it gets dead slow. Right now I'm dreading next Tuesday because there'll be three days worth of applications waiting for everyone.

Overtime? After-hours? Fuck it, I bust my ass, I'm taking my dead soldier day off.

Also is your dog too fat? Does your dog love to gulp food like a duck and a prominent editor in chief of heptapod.org? Get one of these. I'm sure it'll annoy all dogs.

the weather
There was a tornado watch on Monday afternoon. Nothing happened but the sky looked really neat and all the birds and bugs were quiet during my ten minute afternoon break after 4 p.m.. I have yet to see a tornado but I'll be content if I never see one in my life.
in personal news
Over at the Manitou Springs arcade, I learned that I am 319 pounds. Hopefully raddidge will help remove the sofa from my folds.
In Yer Dreams
Here's what I remember from last night. Back in New Jersey, my parents's house was much larger than it is in waking life. When I went into my old bedroom, it still had black walls and a red wall-to-wall carpet, and found Siggy. I tried to talk to her. "You know, talking to me in dreams is a cop-out. Talk to me when you wake up."

Thing is, I can't remember what (if anything) I was going to say and most likely it was just "Hey, how ya doin'?"

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