The internet is dull and lifeless tonight.
18 thread views and nobody has responded to my rant… my rant must suck.
When I left work I had just missed the light that exits from my workplace and I had to wait out the entire red light cycle. The light is ridicuously generous to the main street, which seems to let cars from over a quarter mile back with no traffic in front of them to go through (it’s not a timed light, this I know). The light will stay red on our side for close to three minutes, which for a red light is agonizingly long. Meanwhile, about a dozen cars will back up into the main lot. So often I have been tempted to just say “hell with it” and just run it as there is often plenty of clearance on the main street to do this safely.
It was sweltering hot at work today and coat hangers were thrown at me.
Plus, I will never be able to do an “all your base” joke. Ever. Or Euty will hurt me.
typing is hard
My Yahoo pool rating went from 1560 to 1320 in the matter of 26 hours (give or take).
Everything always falls down. Like, “HELLO!” Been there, done that, the t-shirt was too tacky to buy. Why can’t stuff ever fall sideways, would that be too much of an effort?
When I was driving home from work tonight, someone failed to yield the right of way as I exited the freeway.
I caught a strand of my hair in the seatbelt.
I have a slightly ragged index finger nail. And my nail file is at least four or five feet away.
One of the bulbs in the hall fixture is out.
AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF, IF I WANT A COLD DIET COKE, I HAVE TO GET UP OUT OF MY CHAIR AND GO GET IT OUT OF THE FRIDGE!
Some people appear foolish to me.
Next time wait until the beef & cheese burrito is thawed before eating it. 
There is no pie.
I want pie.
I’m a threadkiller.
I have seasonal depression the wrong way round.
Did I mention I was a threadkiller?
Someone took all my base.
And I don’t know what I doing.
Dial up sucks.
I watched four episodes of “Cadfael” and the first two episodes of the 1995 “Ivanhoe” miniseries this weekend, and my brain is stuck in medieval mode. I’m experiencing serious culture shock being at work, in front of a computer. Oh, how I suffer!
Since I’m here – Wartime Consigliori, while being a very nice fellow, I’m sure, has misspelled his username. It should be Wartime Consigliere. Glad to get that off my chest.
My wife took the nicer car to work today, the day after I put $600 worth of tires on it. I wanted to play with it first. Wah.
Reporting back - I don’t have an ingrown toenail…yet.
My PROC code has a gub.
Those darned people and their things.
You know the ones.
Yah, you bet I do.