Sep 25 2004
These weather patterns look a bit like a bullseye
So, how many hurricanes does it take to screw Florida completely? I thought the answer was three, but evidently we still have a little bit of hope or some last vestige of dignity. Time to bend over and take another one. “Thank you, Mother Nature! May I please have another?” Of course, relatively speaking we don’t have much to complain about. Poor Haiti is getting hammered, and they ran out of lube long ago.
Last night at work was interesting, with much mention and ogling of my man-boobs. As I commented to a friend shortly after arriving at home, I never thought I’d have to say the words “My eyes are up here.” I can’t help it if I’m perky by nature and I don’t have to use my fingers to point. (hehe) Of course, it doesn’t help that I wore a shirt that seems to have shrunk just slightly. I suppose there’s a reason it was in the back of my closet, but I wasn’t thinking about that as I grabbed clothing and dashed off to work. This one’s going back into the depths. As it is, I don’t know whether to be flattered or horrified.
Sleep. Sleep would be good. I’m poised right on the edge of delirium.
“Is there something in the guitar case?”