My scanner isn’t working today, so instead of giving you a picture, I’ll give you a thousand words.

Actually, nah. I’ll save those thousand words for the post with the picture. Instead, I’ll give you a catch-phrase:

“This is MY kinda Thursday.”

Feel free to use it whenever you wish.

In the grand tradition of sucking, I’m going to have to start going to work two hours earlier every day next week. I really don’t like my job, y’know.

Now, I really want to start writing stuff to prevent this site from being another mopey guy’s personal journal, but I guess I’m not going to do that today.

And as for my new computer, I still haven’t done anything more to try to get it together. I guess I should do that tomorrow or on the weekend, since I won’t have as much time next week and beyond…

I was reading the complete Bone collection in a restaurant yesterday and some guy who said he was on some school board somewhere became interested. He said kids today don’t read enough (no doubt!) and that they are looking for things to stock their library with something more interesting than the classics. Now I have nothing against the classics personally, but I’m happy to say he wrote down the title and author and everything, so I assume he actually plans on looking up the book. See, I can still make a difference in the world around me.

But tomorrow, I won’t be making any difference, that’s for sure. I’ll just be back at work. I’m glad I had today off though, what with it being the 666 day and all. I assume the anti-Christ was born today, so to all you new mothers: Kill Your Child!

Let’s see, what else do I have to talk about? Uh… I’m still depressed by humanity. And it seems like forever since anything has gone up at Homestar Runner. And damn, I wish I didn’t have to go to work in the morning…

I’m going to sleep early. How does that affect you? Well, in sleep I’ll be using less oxygen than I would if I were awake. You’re welcome.

Mostly, I’m just tires, so I’ve nothing to say.

Once, a man was working in a factory and Satan appeared before him. “Man,” Satan said, “I will give you five bucks if you make me a sandwich.” The man considered the offer and decided to go through with it. The sandwich was alright, but not great. And that’s why Satan only accepts souls in trade these days.

And that’s what I have to say for today.

Okay, after tonight I have two days off. I’ll try to accomplish something with those that justifies my love for myself.