5/13/07
In the grim reality of heptapod.org there is only whining and griping about life.

First and foremost I had my yearly review on Friday but I have not heard if I am going to receive a raise.

Secondly I have resigned myself, due to Big Oil, George W. Bush and wasteful citizens of the Republic in their sports utility vehicles, that there will be no opportunity to see raddidge until late October.

Finally I have an entire week off from work and nothing to do nor anyone to see besides the usual gang of suspects.

Sure I have a great pair of hooks for Asbury Park by Night. In fact I have written absolutely no notes for the game. Most likely on Tuesday I'll jot one or two things down for the sake of posterity.

So I stumbled upon one or two threads on the internet where folks are bemoaning the fact that they have little to no food until the next infusion of money. My drone-self says, "Get a job" while diary_spivak says, "How do I get rice and lentils to these dopes?"

Come on, these people are anonymous. It's not like Densha Otoko actually happened or people tell the truth on the internet.

At least I think there might be some hope for me.

Saturday is the day that I have to recover my bicycle from the Birdhouse. Plus I have to do some serious food shopping in addition to acquiring quarters in order to ferry my sad fat ass back and forth between my house and the garage.

Have I mentioned that I am really proud of my nightmare from a few nights ago?

Well, I am.

I ordered a shirt in late April. I received an email saying it was sent out on Friday. This pleases me. I hope to wear it during Friday's game.

28 Weeks Later is out in theaters. Sure I'll go see it by myself but I'll still see it.

I have a week off from work.

My car is getting repaired.