Ugh, what a week it’s been. The shortest day at work I’ve put in this week was 12 hours, the longest was yesterday with 18 or some stupid number of hours. Today is going to be another hell day. (Yet here I am, up two hours early for work writing blog entries for the day…just for you, dear reader. Yes, I’m all about you. Would you like me to warm your coffee too?)
What’s worse was that last week I bought a new Xbox 360 as protest to the economy – right in time to not play it hardly at all. I guess that teaches me a lesson: Don’t throw stones at people in grass huts….or don’t stow thrones in glass huts….something like that. Look universe, I’ve learned my lesson, see? Oh how my life is so very hard and troubling, I can’t spend ten hours on my new Xbox, wah wah. Your troubles with being unemployed or in the middle of a nasty divorce or having some sort of horrible disease are absolutely trivial compared to me working a few long hours and not playing Grand Theft Auto.
In other news, I’m sick of winter. I keep asking to double bag my milk at the grocery store just in hopes the extra plastic in circulation will increase global warming already – or at the very least wrap itself around the neck of a seagull somewhere and their decaying body will emit methane and carbon dioxide or whatever decaying seagull bodies emit that speeds up the demise of all ice and snow on earth.
Have I mentioned I’m anti-environment? I can prove it if I took a picture of my desk – I’ve printed out all sorts of useless things and write one thing on a sheet of paper then throw it away. And those tin cans of diet Pespsi go right into the garbage can in my world. When you’re basking in the tropical waters in Maine someday (soon), you’ll thank people like me.
If it’s any consolation, I’ve been playing Burnout Paradise a lot to make up for your lack of effort. By “playing” I mean “driving around knocking down things and jumping off ramps.” Naturally.
I actually feel sorry for your lack of fun, but I’m glad to see VA is picking up the slack. What a good women.
Why is styrofoam out of style? Talk about anti-environment…that shit won’t break down for like 6000 years.
Your devotion to us is admirable to say the least. I feel so important. Thank you. (sniffle)
I’m with Cameron. I think you should start asking that your groceries be packed in styrofoam.
And here I was thinking up an excuse for not updating my blog and I haven’t done a single thing all day except read science blogs.
Thanks for the warming poo! It’s a nipple stiffening 58F here.
Keep up the good work with the environment. I want STL to become one of those places where the weather is so awesome that the only people who can afford to live there bought years and years ago – also known as me.
Since I am such a good friend, send me the Xbox and I will play it until you are done all the working stuff. Hand over the game VA and no one gets hurts.
Let me guess. You’re salaried, not hourly, so those piles of OT do not translate into piles of cash, right?
I’m looking down the barrel of the same gun, but instead of it being bleak ass winter so who cares, it’s going to be summer. (You know, that 3 week period where you have to use the INDOOR curling rink.)
Ive heard it’s the cows that contribute to ruining the ozone layer, with their emmisions of methane gas. Maybe you could get a few of those and over feed them.