batman vuelve

2003.10.06 12.02

I feel funky. Like I've got a cold that might show up. I am trying to kill it with positive thinking and hot coffee. Whenever I feel like I'm getting sick on a Friday or Saturday, I try to stick it out. I am famous for getting sick on Saturday and then recovering by Sunday night. It may sound unfair, but that's what always seems to happen. When I was in the fourth grade I got sick on the last Friday of school before the Christmas holidays. The highly-anticipated Christmas Party that involved the exchange of one lame 5$ gift for another was not to take place until the end of the day. I tried to stick it out, but failed. I think I had a temperature of over 100. I knew I could go home, but I didn't wanna! But I had to. They made me draw a number out of The Gift Box and I got my gift early. A box of 10 different kinds of Lifesavers. Lame! Matter of fact, I got the exact same gift during the fifth grade Christmas Party festivities. I quickly traded it for Sea Monkeys. Now that's a great gift. Living beings (even if they are brine shrimp) given to you as a gift. They lived long lives until I was confounded one fateful day with the problem of how to take them out of the water to change it. I never figured that part out.

This weekend I was in Houston and I spent almost the entire time working on my house. I got a replacement doorbell, changed around some things with the burglar alarm, and changed out my sockets and switches with new shiney pretty white sockets and switches with matching white faceplates. No more yellowed sockets and switches. I was briefly thinking about making them all gray and using stainless steel faceplates, but that looks kind of dumb on a white sheet-rock wall. I managed to change them out in the living room and kitchen. Only got shocked once. I love my house. My roommate gets to enjoy the amenities while I'm gone. I told him he needs to throw more parties there so that the carpet can get worn out and replaced. I've only had one vomit incident. Can't someone come over and drop some kind of volatile liquid or something? Geez.

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Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed here are my own only and in no way represent the views, positions or opinions - expressed or implied - of my employers both past and present. « bird poop \| Main \| mark, mark, everywhere... » batman vuelve 2003.10.06 12.02 I feel funky. Like I've got a cold that might show up. I am trying to kill it with positive thinking and hot coffee. Whenever I feel like I'm getting sick on a Friday or Saturday, I try to stick it out. I am famous for getting sick on Saturday and then recovering by Sunday night. It may sound unfair, but that's what always seems to happen. When I was in the fourth grade I got sick on the last Friday of school before the Christmas holidays. The highly-anticipated Christmas Party that involved the exchange of one lame 5$ gift for another was not to take place until the end of the day. I tried to stick it out, but failed. I think I had a temperature of over 100. I knew I could go home, but I didn't wanna! But I had to. They made me draw a number out of The Gift Box and I got my gift early. A box of 10 different kinds of Lifesavers. Lame! Matter of fact, I got the exact same gift during the fifth grade Christmas Party festivities. I quickly traded it for Sea Monkeys. Now that's a great gift. Living beings (even if they are brine shrimp) given to you as a gift. They lived long lives until I was confounded one fateful day with the problem of how to take them out of the water to change it. I never figured that part out. This weekend I was in Houston and I spent almost the entire time working on my house. I got a replacement doorbell, changed around some things with the burglar alarm, and changed out my sockets and switches with new shiney pretty white sockets and switches with matching white faceplates. No more yellowed sockets and switches. I was briefly thinking about making them all gray and using stainless steel faceplates, but that looks kind of dumb on a white sheet-rock wall. I managed to change them out in the living room and kitchen. Only got shocked once. I love my house. My roommate gets to enjoy the amenities while I'm gone. I told him he needs to throw more parties there so that the carpet can get worn out and replaced. I've only had one vomit incident. Can't someone come over and drop some kind of volatile liquid or something? Geez. « bird poop \| Main \| mark, mark, everywhere... »