I am looking for toothpicks
I am looking for toothpicks to prop my eyes open like in the cartoons. I didn't sleep well at all last night. I got up and was walking around my house with plenty of time to catch my bus... but I didn't. I ended up having to walk the half mile to catch the other route... still asleep. One comfort of note was my bus driver. He probably was the safest driver I've had to date along my year long journey with Houston METRO. The coffee at work sucks sweaty donkey nuts and I have too much to do this morning to make a run for some good joe. Penny got sick last night. I think she tried to eat something she shouldn't. She always tries to chew on things. She's quite mischievous. Her and EL get along great though... I am not done moving some of my clothes into the full length hall closet so EL can have the walk-in closet in our bedroom, so I left one on EL's suitcases on the floor (still packed) until the closet can accept the additional clothes. Penny has slept on her suitcase everyday since she left to go back to Colorado. I think she misses her almost as much as her daddy. My goal today is to do as little as possible. It's probably not realistic, but I am seriously getting burned out. My boss did something really nice yesterday afternoon before he left... he used to travel quite a bit between the New Mexico/Colorado and the Texas/Louisiana regions of the country with work, so he printing the (in his experience) best route to take on our return drive this weekend... on big paper... in color... with the route highlighted. I'm not sure if he just wants me back at work sooner or if he was really just being a great guy. I think it's the latter. My super-mega-NTFS defrag last night was barely fruitful. This HD is fucked. I wonder what it would take to get a hardware refresh from the desktop support guys? I can bribe. Back in the Navy, I used to work in the department that controlled all the power, water, and light for the ship, so if you wanted something bad enough and someone was being uncooperative... well, let's just say it's not happy living in the Persian Gulf with no air conditioning and leave it at that. Jason and Greg know what I'm talkin' about... old school. Anyhoo, I am going to start my grueling day... and try to get a few shots of espresso in my system as soon as humanly possible. That might help my disposition. Ahem.
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