I didn’t realize I hadn’t posted this before, but it is groovulicious.
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Well, past couple of days have been fairly uneventful.
Work was slow for the first part of the day, picking up in time for shift change.
They have a habit of throwing the bulk of the work at us when it becomes impossible to get it all done.
Ah well, such is life.
In other news, other opportunities may be arising in my life.
I will keep you all posted.
Someone register it and just give me ownership interests.
I recently read about your Purple Mutated Space Potatos. I bet you are real proud of yourselves.
A couple of questions:
1) What do they taste like?
A comment on your answer - you mispronounced bad.
2) What is wrong with you?
No…. Seriously. Apparently it is being hailed as a ‘romantic love potato’ for Valentine’s Day due to its ‘Sweeter than normal taste’.
Sick Sad World.
Well.
Day 1 is over, now beginning Day 2.
For some reason I was incredibly fatigued all day yesterday. I don’t know why either, I got plenty of sleep, ate right, exercised…. Well, two out of three ain’t bad
Anywho.
Wow, just saw a section of email which included the line “I would’ve liked to go further, but I didn’t have the dongles” which I can only assume means someone didn’t have the cajones to spelunker any deeper. That’s right, I get random emails concerning extreme spelunking. What was I saying?
Ah yes. I spent time this weekend getting geared up for the next several months. See, for those of you that don’t know me, that was a pun as well. I got a car. I got ‘geared’ up, get it? har har har. ? not funny? Burn in hell.
Rambling is fun. Wheee!!!!
So I decided that I am going to revive this blog fully as it should be, with my pointless random rantings. I figured the best time would be while I’m working 10-12 hours a day, 19-33 days in a row. That way you can experience some of my growing delerium.
If you thought this post was incoherent, you ain’t seen butterfingers are good.
I haven’t had one in forever though. That and three muskateers. Always delicious. You can’t get any better than consuming historical literary characters in the guise of chocolate and whatever that filling is, I can’t think of the name.
This tea I’m drinking is quite bitter. Far beyond the typical bitterness of tea and more akin to the brooding bitterness of my soul. I would think drinking my soul would taste better. Unfortunately not. More disappointment — Sigh. The tea became more bitter.