Still sick, feeling better though. Practically human again.
Work has went from tedious boredom to complete insanity in a matter of hours. It's always "feast or famine" here. Still working at 9:35pm, I'll be working at 5am. As usual, when the heat gets turned up, my ADD kicks-in full blast. I have so much I want to blog. 100 things swirling around my head and I can't even catch them long enough to write down the subjects, let alone the subject matter. The best I can tell, there are about 15 active thoughts at any given time. All I can say is "BLAH!!!"; that is, scream out of anger and frustration over all these things that want to be thought through, but won't let me hang on to them long enough to process. I'd scream something more appropriate, but there doesn't even seem to be room to think up something to yell at them. I don't even know how I'm typing this. I'm reading work email and talking on the phone and my fingers are just moving by themselves. I don't know how the hell people deal with something like this on a daily basis. Thank God that I only go through this when things aren't right in the workplace. Although, if it could be mastered, it could be SO useful (imagine solving 15 problems at once. All day, every day!).
I'm going to play with the dogs for a few, take them for a short walk, and crash. 5AM is the middle of the night for me. Maybe I'll have a few more interesting thoughts tomorrow.
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
My Precious
It didn't matter how sick I was, my precious wouldn't let me have any rest until she was looking as hot as she could. I don't blame her really as it's been 3 months since she's had a bath, let alone a manicure, style, and make-over.
I mean, 3 months without a shower could even put a halt to a Salma, Alicia, Aishwarya, Kelly, Adriana, me(can't forget me in that orgy!) 6-way.
(and if you say I have a thing for dark-skinned women with big, brown cat-eyes, full lips, broad shoulders, nice tits, and unstoppable curves, I'd say "Yeah, so what!?!?")
That's about all I've got for y'all today.. hotties o'plenty. I'm feeling better, but still sick and got a total of about 40 minutes sleep last night due to all of the coughing (which the cough medicine seems to make worse).
I must feel better before the weekend. Time to get some rest.
Peace out.
I mean, 3 months without a shower could even put a halt to a Salma, Alicia, Aishwarya, Kelly, Adriana, me(can't forget me in that orgy!) 6-way.
(and if you say I have a thing for dark-skinned women with big, brown cat-eyes, full lips, broad shoulders, nice tits, and unstoppable curves, I'd say "Yeah, so what!?!?")
That's about all I've got for y'all today.. hotties o'plenty. I'm feeling better, but still sick and got a total of about 40 minutes sleep last night due to all of the coughing (which the cough medicine seems to make worse).
I must feel better before the weekend. Time to get some rest.
Peace out.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Diagnosis
Went to the Dr today. I've got bronchitis, two ear infections, maybe an upper respiratory infection; no strep throat though!. Since it was *so* nice out today, I decided to celebrate this news by going riding for a few extra miles.
I tried to get a sample of Levitra from the Dr., but she was out of them. Thankfully she didn't see where it was necessary to do any sort of investigation into ERD since I was in the middle of having a sick fantasy about the medical assistant when she walked in.
She gave me a prescription, and as expected, my prescription insurance company doesn't cover it (there has GOT to be some way to score this shit for free! Once I figure it out, I'm going to try glaucoma).
It's interesting that they cover blood pressure medicines as well as beta blockers and SSRIs. If we could all just fuck more, we'd get the exercise we need, lowering blood pressure and have fewer heart problems. If we fuck more, we probably feel more at peace with the world and wouldn't need the anti-depressants. I can justify anything if I want it. LOL
That's it, slow day today. Sore throat, bad cravings for a smoke, and even having half of hollywood's phone #'s online (ala Paris Hilton's address book) doesn't get me chatting with Salma.
I tried to get a sample of Levitra from the Dr., but she was out of them. Thankfully she didn't see where it was necessary to do any sort of investigation into ERD since I was in the middle of having a sick fantasy about the medical assistant when she walked in.
She gave me a prescription, and as expected, my prescription insurance company doesn't cover it (there has GOT to be some way to score this shit for free! Once I figure it out, I'm going to try glaucoma).
It's interesting that they cover blood pressure medicines as well as beta blockers and SSRIs. If we could all just fuck more, we'd get the exercise we need, lowering blood pressure and have fewer heart problems. If we fuck more, we probably feel more at peace with the world and wouldn't need the anti-depressants. I can justify anything if I want it. LOL
That's it, slow day today. Sore throat, bad cravings for a smoke, and even having half of hollywood's phone #'s online (ala Paris Hilton's address book) doesn't get me chatting with Salma.
Monday, February 21, 2005
The Mad Professor
Managed to crawl out of bed at 7:30 pm. Apparently even when I give them permission to go in the pantry and fridge, the dogs will not feed themselves.
I've been listening almost non-stop to my iRiver and I'm just loving the twisted shit. I've always had a special place in my heart for Beck, and some of the more abstract stuff out there.
Today, for the first time, I'm finding Insane Clown Posse not just entertaining, but downright amusing. "Mad Professor" is funny as hell! I could never get past their costumes (remember their "murdered" costumes for the music awards a few years ago?).
Just in case anyone is wondering. It's true, vandalist isn't a word (and I knew that,.. it just came out), but it's going to be: There are over 2200 matches on Google. I was sick, under the influence, etc. Cut a brother some slack. Sheesh!
I am dying to make up a batch of homebrew. It's been several years since I've done this. I'm not sure if I even remember how. I do know that if I'm going to do it again, I'm going to use a keg. Bottling 5 gallons of beer kinda sucks. I guess if I use champagne bottles, it wouldn't be too bad though.
While others are having dreams about Gwen & Britney, I had a dream about sitting around a table with two of my mechanic cousins, replacing all the main and rod bearings on some monster race motor while chatting up some waifish hottie (my favorite kind!). Not just any waifish hottie, but someone with whom there was MAJOR knee-knocking, butterfly, perma-boner chemistry (in the dream, nobody I know in real life).
Just as I tighten up the last connecting rod bolt and go to put my hand on her back to guide her back to my room, some hideous looking hunchback midget reminiscent of Golumn informs that the refresh failed, backups didn't happen, and I'm going to be spending the next 12 hours rebuilding development and test databases. I look up, and one of my cousins is already whisking away the hottie.
I'm not big into dream analysis, but do believe that your brain is trying to resolve stuff while you sleep. Considering I don't know who the girl is, haven't built a race motor in 10 years, haven't seen my cousin (for more than 20 minutes) in just as long, and work has actually been kind of slow these past few weeks; I have no friggin' clue what this means.
I'm sick, tired, and beginning to ramble. Time to go back to bed.
vueaskew: Don't be vandalating my blog!
I've been listening almost non-stop to my iRiver and I'm just loving the twisted shit. I've always had a special place in my heart for Beck, and some of the more abstract stuff out there.
Today, for the first time, I'm finding Insane Clown Posse not just entertaining, but downright amusing. "Mad Professor" is funny as hell! I could never get past their costumes (remember their "murdered" costumes for the music awards a few years ago?).
Just in case anyone is wondering. It's true, vandalist isn't a word (and I knew that,.. it just came out), but it's going to be: There are over 2200 matches on Google. I was sick, under the influence, etc. Cut a brother some slack. Sheesh!
I am dying to make up a batch of homebrew. It's been several years since I've done this. I'm not sure if I even remember how. I do know that if I'm going to do it again, I'm going to use a keg. Bottling 5 gallons of beer kinda sucks. I guess if I use champagne bottles, it wouldn't be too bad though.
While others are having dreams about Gwen & Britney, I had a dream about sitting around a table with two of my mechanic cousins, replacing all the main and rod bearings on some monster race motor while chatting up some waifish hottie (my favorite kind!). Not just any waifish hottie, but someone with whom there was MAJOR knee-knocking, butterfly, perma-boner chemistry (in the dream, nobody I know in real life).
Just as I tighten up the last connecting rod bolt and go to put my hand on her back to guide her back to my room, some hideous looking hunchback midget reminiscent of Golumn informs that the refresh failed, backups didn't happen, and I'm going to be spending the next 12 hours rebuilding development and test databases. I look up, and one of my cousins is already whisking away the hottie.
I'm not big into dream analysis, but do believe that your brain is trying to resolve stuff while you sleep. Considering I don't know who the girl is, haven't built a race motor in 10 years, haven't seen my cousin (for more than 20 minutes) in just as long, and work has actually been kind of slow these past few weeks; I have no friggin' clue what this means.
I'm sick, tired, and beginning to ramble. Time to go back to bed.
vueaskew: Don't be vandalating my blog!
Nuke the Corpse
I'm feeling like death warmed over. Don't expect to read much here today. I'm huddled under the covers with 3 giant furballs and have no plans on moving for many hours.
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