So I got up this morning, a little late, and quickly manage the usual shave/coffee/surfing routine.  Take my shower and put my contacts in.  Only, for whatever reason, they kinda bug me, I can't really see, and they don't fit right.  I spend the next half hour or so flipping them inside out with no success.  Eventually I get so frustrated that I break one of the drawers, basically rip the facing off, and break my hair brush.

About half an hour after I got to work I realized I probably had the right contact in the left eye, and vice versa.  So I switched them, and voila, I can fucking see again.

I've been pretty good about not letting my frustrations get the best of me lately, but I guess nobody's perfect, or in my case, even relatively close. Oh well maybe I can glue the drawer back on.  I hardly even care to be honest.

My job sucks. I fucking hate it.  And, I suck at it.  I'm not the kind of person who goes around and identifying problems and fixing them.  I do much better when somebody says "here go do this" and I actually know how.  Plus, I hate dicking around with things.

I wish I had something else going on so that work didn't bother me so much. Oh well maybe that will happen some day, whatever.

I was in such a bad mood this morning that I went and ate breakfast, something I do once or twice a year while I'm at home. Had a nice vegetable lasagne for lunch, but will probably only have crappy boring turkey hot dogs for dinner.

I gotta stick around til 6:30 every night this week so that I can leave early Friday to get to the airport.

Ummm...Cowboys looked poor on defense against Tennessee Monday night, but Vinnie looked pretty solid.  George is done for (I hope he gets cut).  Whatever...not gonna have anybody to root for in the NFL this season, good thing I got a fantasy team.

Just bought this super tight Pistons ringer, I woulda bought my brother one but I think he needs a large, and they're out.