Should I wait until after lunch? What are the odds that some dead human carcass is jammed under my employee manual? Finding that would likely put quite the damper on my lunch appetite, so I'm leaning towards waiting until after I'm fed, but that would mean I would be filled with stuff to throw-up, if it turns out to be a maggot-infested rotting corpse of Jimmy Hoffa or something like that.
On a related note, I scored my first fantasy football victory last weekend! I'm on the comeback trail and back in 8th place, a win this week could catapult me right into 4th or 5th place, God Willing.
Despite my crushing Fantasy Football victory the heat knob on my 86 Escort seems to still be stuck at the half-way point. I took some needle-nose pliers to it this morning and she won't budge beyond half way. My next plan is to take some WD40 and spray about half a can into the knob, then try again. I'm not sure I want to go all Winter with just luke-warm air coming out of the vents, as it gets right cold round these parts, nor do I want to spend $29,453 to have some mechanic guy take apart the dash to fix it. Seems to me they could design those things better WRT getting access to them. Or maybe you go in through the hood? Hmmm, I'll have to look at it. There may be some hope after all.
The foul odour is still wafting out of my drawer, and I have an hour before lunch. Hmmmmm. I'm thinking maybe I should just buck up and be an adult about the whole thing and call the network guy to come up and have a look at it. He's an earthy kinda guy and has probably dealt with lots of dead bodies over the course of his career. Alright then.
Update [2006-10-5 13:45:59 by Bob Abooey]: - The smell has gone away, magically, but I'm going to clean out my drawer anyways. I will, for the first time in the history of the Internet, document the stuff I throw away.
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