I am Jack's medulla oblongata.

May 12, 2004 01:51

Essh...how come after 15 hour shifts sleep just won't come along without a fight? Even took a shower and everything, dammit! It's clean time already! (well, physically at least)

Guess the usual irrepressible homebodiness is clashing with inate desires for adventure and physical challenges and has the mental hardware running askew. And getting such jollies from this yob can't be good for the subconscious. In true psycoanaylitical fashion, it's time to self-medicate. The prescription is 50cc's of Frosted Mini-Wheats, stat.

And in the "It's not just a job.....it's an adventure!" category, worked a function Thursday hosted by both a snippy Wink Martindale (of "Tic Tac Dough" fame) and Miss October 2003. What a pair...the two of them, I mean.

Would like to fill in some details of the past month, but the procrastinator's creed holds sway for now. Good to see other peeps making purfunctionary progress in their respective pursuits. (Half-assed alliterations, hail to thee.)
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