Category: daily tedium

These pictures remind me of all the posters I had on my wall as a kid. Yeah, I was an Air Force brat… what of it?

Yeah, it was a quiet day. After yesterday’s deluge of posting and heavy ponderance, I needed a break. Plus, work was actually work today. This new job may mean less posting. We’ll have to see.

Have a good weekend everyone. I’m already re-thinking my big political post from a couple days ago. The world has changed, and well, I just don’t get it yet. The rules seem to have been thrown away, and well, no one’s handed out the new set yet.

Ok, it’s off to watch Iron Chef and cuddle with my lovely wife. Toodles for now.

And be on the lookout for insipid grammar.

Yes, I am feeling better today. I’ve got lots of work to do, but later today I’m going to explain how Republicans and Democrats are different and why I don’t agree with either one of them, or any other political party I’m familiar with at the moment.

I give up. Having a head full of snot makes me write sick run-on sentances. Bad grammer forthcoming with no apologies.

I’ve been less than normal the past few weeks. My eating schedule is out of whack. My sleeping schedule is strange and incoherent. My bowels sit at the back of the class throwing spitballs in defiance of my authority over my body. I’m tired when I should be awake and awake when I should be sleeping. It’s Spring, when all the evil little flora that launch themselves out of the ground and spew their spunk into the air. I am allergic to flora spunk. It makes me miserable. It makes me want to move back to Arizona, where all the plants are Baptist and wouldn’t think about spewing in public where people might talk. My nose is full, my head is heavy and my eyes itch. Damn you, botany!!

The other thing? The temperature and humidity levels keep changing. That plays havok with the same systems the damn plants like to torment. One day it’s 75 degrees with 30% humidity. The next, 40 degrees and 80. The next, 50 degrees and 20. It makes me ache and my face go into convulsions.

I feel like one of those people I read about in books as a kid, whose poor health forced the family to pick up and move out west where the climate was gentler on their fragile constitution. Thankfully we have drugs now that make living out here in the land of mold, spores and plant spunk at least tolerable, but it sure takes some adjusting to in these first flora-hormone laden days of spring.

There are now twenty-five and a half hours until my twenty-seventh birthday. I’m starting to feel old already.

I should have called in sick. I really should have. I’m tired and well, just not in the mood for working. On top of that, two unrelated-but-related emergencies are in progress, on top of future uncertainty. It’s the perfect day to stay home and sleep.

Just when I post my Civ3 missive… they go and release a new patch that fixes some of my complaints!!!

• They fixed the railroad bug

• They added unit grouping (yes!)

• and lots of other fixes

It’s official…. I’m sick! A temperture of 100.5, flushed and achey, I’m sitting here at work delivering bad news left and right and stamping out fires with my sick feet. Happy Valentine’s Day ::cough, cough::.