:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 10.22.2002 ::

Well fudge, soocer is over. And it ended on a very "so I guess we got screwed by the Rec once again" note. Apparently we had a game on Sunday at 1. No one told anyone, no one from our team got the message, no one showed up, we forfeited, we're done. How very anti-climactic. So in all, I spent $50, played 2 games, practiced a dozen times and learned alot about a new sport that I can really enjoy as I grow older.

So I'm at work now. Writing stuff here. Seems like a sham really, how I can get all my work done in an hour or two, then spend the rest of my time just goofing off. My boss never come in before 9 and rarely before 10 and sometimes not until 11. Yet he only gives me a finite amount of work, so I end up with dead "on the clock" time. I guess it is good, it gives my mind a chance to unwind and relax. But I still feel bad because my co-workers have stuff to do, so they are stuck with that and I'm just playing Minesweeper for hours on end. But, that's the breaks.

Things I hate:
Working on something so hard, that you dream about it. I dreamt in AutoCAD last night (very much not the first time I have done that) about horizontal curves.
Warm toilet seats - it sounds comforting, but unless you are going twice in a row, well, that's just gross.
Here's another gross one: Seeing that stain on the ground and on the side of a building that I left there by puking on it several weeks ago. Yea, beer. The legacy continues.

Man, this page has just gone straight downhill. Talk about a slippery slope. Debator's? Can I get an "amen?"

"Once again, I'm stuck in here..."
:: Freddy F. at 11:24 AM [+] ::