Fucking Feh Forecast

Today's forecast is for cranky, with scattered bitchiness throughout the day, with the possibility of social criticism later in the day. Towards nightfall, forecasters are hoping for bemusement and amusement to move in in time for the weekend.

Wake up ten minutes late, see too much stupid on the internet, and the whole day feels fucked up already.

It's probably just as well I don't own a gun or a really large armored vehicle.

The truth is kipple-infested.

me: yeah, we're highly organized
critus: LOL
critus: oh yeah
critus: Our chances of becoming Kings at this rate are not good
me: if we were any more organized, we'd be invading iraq.

It's the little things

I felt like a fat sack of shit after having one small sandwich too many at the lunch meeting at work today.

Three little things helped.

1. Throwing a thousand pounds [2 pallets] of computer equipment off a delivery truck and stacking it.
2. Having the truckdriver comment that I didn't have the arms of your average computer geek.
3. Making the bathroom toxic for the unwary.

TGIF.