Wednesday
For starters, I slept poorly last night due to the flapping of the blinds (because of the wind) and the cats (playing with the blinds). That didn’t make for a “happy” waking up. And the ass-monkey who decided to show off what a big man he was by excessively revving his motorcycle didn’t do much to help my mood.

Work.
Out with the every-other-Wednesday coffee/beer group.
Home.
BACK TO WORK (explained below)
Home.

Someone (an employee) tried to get into the office tonight. He’d forgotten his alarm code, so apparently all of the bells and whistles went off. I got a call from him a little after 12:30… followed shortly by a call from the alarm company. So, I got to go BACK to the office.

::: braincramp :::

By the time I arrived, a security guard was there and was filling out his preliminary report. I went inside to make sure that everything was still hunky-dory. It was. I stayed a little bit to try and suss out how to deal with aftermath in the morning. I’m still trying to figure it out. *sigh*

Song of the Day
911 Is a Joke by Public Enemy. What can I say? I find it amusing, in an ironic way.

Stray Toasters

  • I had an epiphany (“Lightning has struck mah brain…”) as I was leaving work (the first time): It’s a little too late to start checking for your keys after you have set the alarm. Fortunately, I did have the keys. Damn the uncertainty, though!
  • For no apparent reason, I had LL Cool J’s Going Back to Cali in my head for a while this evening.
  • Standing ovation to for the way that she’s handled things over the past few days at work.
  • The Matrix: Reloaded Gets Banned in Egypt
  • Is it a bad sign that I’ve been changing the lyrics of Animaniacs’ The Monkey Song from

    I don’t know what to say
    The monkeys won’t do!
    (Don’t know what to say… The monkeys won’t do!)

    … to…

    I don’t know what to say
    Monkeypox on you!
    (Don’t know what to say… Monkeypox on you!)

  • It’s been nearly a month since I tore one of my contact lenses. While I’m sure that the rest has been good for my eyes (I tend to wear my contacts almost all of my waking hours), I’ve had just about enough of wearing my glasses everyday. It’s time to ring up Ye Olde Optometrist, get my eyes examined and get back into contacts.
  • I heard the new Jewel song on the radio this morning. ?!? It’s so… un-Jewel sounding. It took me until nearly the end of the song to recognize that it was her. In fact, if I hadn’t seen her on Late Night with Conan O’Brien, I would not have known that it was her.

Ugh. It’s definitely time to hit the rack.

Namaste.