Ah, crap. It’s Sunday again aready. I’m so sick of Sunday, since they’re the longest shift of the week. Aren’t I supposed to rest on Sundays? I think my job is trying to condemn me to Hell.
Never to be a pine tree.
Cactus, for all time.
I just got out of the shower and found my calender had fallen off my wall. I don’t know why. Ain’t no wind. The thumbtack/pushpin thing must have just slid out of its hole. I assume it is a message from the primaevil forces of the universe, but I don’t know what it means. I suck at reading the universe.
Man. The easy night I was talking about before did turn out easy, but last night didn’t. All those possible malfunctions happened and made it a long night. I got home late, woke up late and now I have to go to work in like twenty minutes. I still hate my job, for the record.
Back on the short night however, I noticed that one of the flyers we were putting into the newspaper had a scratch and win contest in which one could supposedly win an Ipod. However a reading of the fine print said something like “Odds of winning Ipod 1 in 96,273” or something like that. But the flyer was only booked to go into 11,000 newspapers. I don’t think anyone is winning that Ipod. I think they’re just trying to get people’s hopes up. Advertising = Trickery!
For as long as Bosmo could remember, he’d been a truck. But that all changed one morning when he woke up and was not a truck. He was a man. This was an unnexpected turn of events for Bosmo, who had previously assumed that he would be a truck forever. However, he took it in stride and lived well as a man, until he went back to being a truck. And that was that.
Barring any major mechanical malfunctions, tonight should be a nice, easy and short workday for me. I like it.
I am now, officially, on my new computer. It is cool. It took some time to transfer all necessary files from my old computer to this one, but I am now done with all that and I can prepare to start enjoying this computer. Hooray.
Bake a birthday cake!
It’s someone’s birthday somewhere.
That’s reason enough.
In other news, there was a great big school shooting over in Montreal. Now, apart from whatever tragedy is inherent in such an event, the shooter was wearing a black trenchcoat. Why do they always do that? They’re giving trenchcoats a bad name that I don’t appreciate. If any of you intend to go on a gun rampage, wear a friggin’ yellow raincoat or something, dammit.
And it’s close to time for me to start getting ready for work. I hate that. I’m so going to look into playing the lottery.
I totally messed up my sleeping schedule over the last day or two and now I’m in for a really tired night on the longest shift of the week. Aren’t I just special. Damn, I hate that job.
In other news, I’m in the process of moving all my files and music and stuff from this computer to my new one. I don’t think I’ll finish today, but it’ll be sweet when I get on that new one…