Argybargy

My mind is not on Condi's Iraq timetable, or even the feminization of fish and amphibians due to prescription estrogen levels in fresh water. No, my mind is on other stuff, like why I found out from the temp agency that my employee is taking the rest of this week off, and he didn't mention it.


Or how growing up I ate a lot of bacon, but almost no scrapple. Or how I've completely reversed field on diet sodas (I love em as long as they're caffeine free)

Or how my Friend was born in 1976, the very same year I sold these awful bicentennial liberty bells in support of cub scouts (my parents never held the office for ransom the way my coworkers do) We had to actually sell that shit door to door, this in an age when John Gay and the Zodiac killer were still out there.


I was happy to see the modern graphic novel get some propers in the New Yorker, I feel 1% less dorky.

Why no bloggage lately?

Work 12 hour days
Sleep 7-8 hours
eat 1.5 hours
get ready for work 1 hr (yeah I'm a chick)
exercise/read comics/participate in erotica 1 hr
Miscellany .5 hours

Sucks to be me.