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My Almost-daily Journal |
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| About I love trying out new things, especially when it comes to internet technology. I never really kept a journal, but it's something that I've always wanted to do. Now, everybody will get a chance to look inside my twisted, and somewhat-warped mind.
I've also subscribed to Audio Blog, so a few times a week, I'll leave actual voice blogs. Very cool!XML Newsfeed Previous Posts
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Sunday, June 01, 2003
Another Unreplenishable Resource... Gone The weekend is just about over. Let's see what we've accomplished this weekend... Friday: Overly stressed at work. I've basically been on the phone and in meetings all day. Reason: half-wit suppliers. Ironically, our supplier on the Dodge SRT-10 spoiler is a pretty big one. I think because this program is low-volume, their management through all their washed-up resources into the mix. Personally, I don't know how they find their ways to work in the morning. Got home late, mentally drained, and took a nap until 9PM. Basically, the day is wasted. Stayed up until 4AM doing spring cleaning and running backups on my main server. Saturday: Helped Peter move. Got their around 9:30AM, which translates into less than five hours sleep. Jon and Dave did most of the moving of the heavy stuff. Thanks to them, my migraine sprouted only tiny feet. Got home around 2PM, at which I was working on three Excedrin Migraines. Now isn't that a marketing joke!? Excedrin Migraine?! Take a look at the active ingredients and compare them to regular Extra Strength Excedrin. The labels are identical. I can't believe that they actually can get away with that! Anyway, we had Kim Dutkiewicz's surprise birthday bash at 5:30PM, so I decided to use most of the free hours to mask my migraine. I get migraines often, especially right before it rains. Perhaps I'm a witch doctor that can predict rain. Around 5:00PM, my migraine was fairly masked. Shaking my head shows that migraine is still really there... just waiting for a reason to wake up. Party lasted until late, and Danielle and I went to bed. Sunday: The big free day. We were supposed to go through our guest list today with my parents. We actually got up pretty early this morning... around 9AM. It was a lazy day for me. Pulled some crabgrass. Ate a frozen pizza. Watched 48 Hours on TV. And now I'm sitting on my computer, typing this Blog. Our wedding is never going to get planned. We're never going to shop for halls. We're never going to find a black female Rabi to marry us. And I'm never going to sell my house. I think I need Ritalin. Josh Thinks He's Clean Last week, Josh went on vacation up north. In his wake, he left the kitchen sink full of a pots, plates, dishes and silverware, all bearing his garlic remains signature. What's the matter with him? Like I said previously, disorder, filth, garbage, etc... they're all invisible to him. This afternoon, Josh pointed in the sink to my one plate, one glass and two pieces of silverware, and decided to make a wise-ass comment. Not only is he a filthy human being, he suffers from CRS (Can't Remember Shit). When I mentioned his mountain he left in the kitchen before he left for his vacation, his only comment is, "Ummm... I don't think so. I don't remember any pots and plates." See, that's his main problem. His memory of cleanliness and order only last as long as a goldfish's memory... about 30 seconds. So I think I've narrowed down his disorder: When he comes home and see the garbage out every week, sees the bathroom spic and span, sees the kitchen sink emptied and clean, he think these things happen automatically. He doesn't have the intelligence to comprehend that there's actually someone behind the scenes wasting their time cleaning up after him. I'll have my day. When he finally moves out and starts living on his own, he's not going to know what to do with himself. He's basically going to have to start wiping his own ass, and that's going to trouble him. All of his half-started hobbies are going to turn in to quarter-started hobbies. He's going to realize that the garbage doesn't walk itself out to the curb every Tuesday night, and that the dishes in the sink don't magically find themselves into the dishwasher. I can't f'ing wait until the Health Dept and the CDC condemns his homestead because of a new spawn of botulism or fungus. I'll have my day. posted by Dino at 3:21 PM (permanent link) |