Other things I can apparently live without: access to any of the things I need to do my job. Bastards. They screwed the pooch while moving me back to the HQ.
There's a "healthy baking" contest today at the office. It's all nonsense. Honestly, bacon would likely be "healthier" than what most people will bring and think is "healthy". But, well, health is ideology, it's not fact or science. The ways to get there, however, can be scientific. Seriously, though: just have an honest cake with butter, sugar, flour, and eggs, eat a small piece, and forget about it.
I need to call my grandmother today. It's her birthday.
I got my knee sleeves in the mail yesterday. I put them on and my knees were like, "Dear sir, we are happy." They might be slightly small, they're bunching up a bit. Drat. It will either get worse as I get bigger or get better as they stretch out. I will be glad to try them out, but I just can't until next TUESDAY. Bastards. That's what travel does.
Travel! It should be warm.
We really need to get things set up so we can entertain. Like, pronto. Having people around is good. I haven't been able to entertain since July and the last time I did was, like, June. That's not kosher. I'm not really in a position to go hang out with people at bars or someplace external to my domicile, since we like having money. Well, we'll figure it out.
I bought some ZMA. Might as well experiment a little. I should get it today. What's the worst that could happen? Death. That's the worst that could happen. I'll be sure to tell my wife how I feel about her before I go to bed tonight, I suppose.
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