August 22, 2008
The machine at home is on the blink. While I am working on it I have to do my thang on the sly from he office.
A lot of people tell me that they need a vacation after coming back from vacation. I don't. I just need to drive around in second gear until the long hill of returning to slightly uncontrolled madness of everyday life feels like it's levelled off.
It feels a little strange not being able to tool around the virtual flyways and see what's happening with you folks, but not having a computer at home is also a bit of a relief. It means that I can put off doing a lot of work that I usually take care of in the morning before classes or while enjoying a drink after dinner.
I didn't have a leprechaun ( some of you have expressed an acute dislike of them) so I figure that the little green octobuddy (courtesy of Natalie Dee) would do just fine. He may not be as quiet as the Hughes' but I think he might do in a pinch.
Mr. Grant will just have to wait for some other future J-pants gal and the show will proceed just like Nancy Reagan would have it: With the zodiac in consultation and almost completely drug free.
Of course my stars are in the house of Aquarius which means that I am allowed to walk around on stage without clothes and with the hirsute companion of choice without worring about my marital state.
The shear genuis of a being similar to Wile e Coyote has exposed a fine example of irony and has left me with yet another project to consider.
I can't remember the last time I went to a restaurant and enjoyed a bottle of wine. Same goes for a live performance of either music or drama. How bout you?
I think the wife deserves to get blasted on Saturday. I know I do.
Have an AWESOME weekend!!
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