Not so good this morning. I'm thinking it may be time to re-asses the nightly intake again. Last night's was probably the worst in a good long while, but that doesn't mean I don't need to do a little tune up.

When suggesting this to Mrs. NFB I was met with, "BUT MCDONALD'S DOESN'T MAKE ME FEEL THIS WAY!" Detecting slight resistance, I decided I'd keep my own council on my eating habits for today and re-address the issue when everyone's worn down from the daily grind.

Mrs. NFB was impressed with my impersonation of Zippy's chip-eating technique though. Very impressed. So much so she tells me I have to be making it up. I'm thinking a video camera brought-to-work day may be in order.

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I got that big fat wad of cash last week out of my tri-monthly equivalency payment and spent absolutely none of it. Sure, there's things I want, but I pretty much just went, "meh," and let it ride.

That makes me feel all dirty and un-American. Gotta spend every dime possible, and more than you have, or your a dirty, filthy hippy heathen bastard commie.

Meh. Call me a terra'ist.

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Mrs. NFB watched American Gladiators of the Dance Floor Arena Stars Wiping the Floor With their Spouses in Group Therapy Moronity last night while I did the dishes.

I think I got the better half of that deal.

Something about the weather turning nice has me in the non-TV mood right now. Even locked in the house I'm happier doing other shit.

What I can't figure is how two people can go through so many dishes in one day when two of our meals in that 24 hour period came from outside the house? Not that it matters, but that's a lot of dishes. A LOT of dishes.

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Contemplating age-old engineering problems in my head this morning. Anybody know of any interesting robotics kits that don't cost an arm, a leg, and a sex organ?

Know what? Nevermind. I'd look at it, go "fuck me that's too much," and then decide not to get it anyway.

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Accusations were flying all over the place this morning. Funny how I hit a point where, by 7:05, I pretty much didn't care what anybody said to me.

The line in the sand came from the guy claiming he couldn't get to mapquest until I was standing in front of him, then suddenly the story changed to "can't get to $newssite." Newsites are blocked on the floor because people are morons about it and spend the entire day there if they're allowed to look at it. They're open at lunch time. For I am a kind and benevolent dictator.

He threw a fit when I told him he'd have to speak with my boss about it. Because he already knows what my boss is going to say.

BB is gone on bidness the past couple days. (Why does my spellchucker say 'bidness' is spelled correctly?) So, I'm stuck with the Zippy stupids throughout the day all on my own. Destro's stopped grooming himself, and the hair growing in is apparently causing him to sprout a brain stem. This morning he's all fired up against the paperboy, his buddy to the end, because he made a ridiculously stupid request and refuses to back down on it.

Busy work for the moron who does our dealer site, and deserves no more business than what we absolutely MUST give him.

So, it's been an interesting week thus far. I've cleaned up more Zippy errors than I care to deal with in a week already. And it's only getting worse.

Zippy's ate a shit-ton of chips and surfed a lot of video sites. Yet somehow still found time to hose up all the label printers on the floor. That Zippy, so industrious.

Well, guess that's it for today. No real complaints honestly. Lots of piddly shit. Meh.

Laterz.