The wacky way my head works.

My boss is running late today because "the huntin' dog got into the show chickens". Outrageous!

Im thinking of changing the way my blog looks again. Hmmm.

I clipped my fingernails last night, and then when Mom was looking for the clippers, I comepletely denied having seen them for 6 months. I don't know why. Perhaps for revenge, because she moves my crap around and then claims to never have actually lived with me. Ahh, to be out of the house again. Oh well.

Not much work being done in my office today.

I was asked yesterday (by my boss) if I would like to go to a motivational rally in Dallas (with George Foreman!) today. I would have had to be at the office at 6:30 am, and taken the TWU van to American Airlines Center. We would have been let out of it at 5:30 pm. I would rather die in a testicle fire.

My glasses are on my desk, in my office. Along with my contact case. They have been there for three days. There is no way this makes sense.

MMMmMmmm. Food.

Im tired of Mexican food. Bring on the chinese! Or maybe the thai. Oooooh.