Zabba

The sun is shining today (sorta) as I sit here typing with a bladder that is 3/4 full. My head is full of sand (saturated) and the skin on my hands is dry, a sure sign of winter. Good thing I've got a bottle of lube here to keep them moist and such. And the world goes in and out of focus as my mind wanders to other things, such as what the hell I'm going to write next. Sometimes a premeditated blog is a good thing, because I don't really have to have a plan. But today, I need a plan. Maybe I should ask Stan. 'Cause he's the man. The man with the plan. That figure of the 16th avenue monitoring network on my cubicle wall looks like a bullseye. Or maybe a kidney shaped birthmark. Or a big honkin goiter, who knows. Today is Thursday, which is good, because it is not Monday. Oh, and it is Tab's birthday today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAB!!!! The weekend is approaching and I find that I don't care. Because I still have to work TWO FRIGGIN DAYS FIRST. I'm sure I'll start caring sometime tomorrow morning when I can smell it. As long as I don't have to smell the stank of old B.O. in my rental car....