Well, work and sleeping are both taking more time than I’d like lately. I wish I could quit one. Or both. Or just quit one and only do the other one when I was in the mood for a messed up dream. But seriously, I want to quit my job.

It’s now October. This is the month that is home to my favorite holiday of them all. If that doesn’t entice me to write some things for this site, well, then I’m just a loser. And I don’t want to be a loser.

Also, I bought a baseball bat a few days ago. I spraypainted it green and named it Huitzilopochtli Broadbent. Now if I’m ever in need of such a green baseball bat (particularly in situations where I must administer bustamafoo), I have one. Hooray.

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.

Haiku!

Forever cactus.
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.

Haiku!

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.