Day 1. September 19, 2005 Hideous Monday B.S.

1. I woke up too late to give the dogs anything more than a cursory walk around the yard. No way to walk them around the block or further - as I wish to do every day.

2. My left eye continues to be runny with goo in it. I guess I should go to the doctor and have it decontaminated, innoculated (pun) or excoriated. I'm suspecting allergies to Queenie the Abyssinian Cat, but who the hell knows. The eye drops work sometimes, sometimes not.

3. I forgot to put the partial plate teeth back in my head before I left for work.

4. The saline spray for my sinus works really well: my head is only partially incloggulated.

5. Monday sucks: my boss is returning from a two week vacation, I have a presentation to give at 11:00 (which I could care less about) and I forgot the presentation at the other office, so I will have to print it off and study it before the dang meeting.

6. When I got to work my computer was un-log-on-able. I had to call the HELP desk and finally Pedro came and fixed it. This happens every time I have to come to this dumbass office over here.

7. The coffee bitches haven't been showing up at work, so sometimes when you go into the coffee room for your free coffee, there isn't any made...or its burnt! They need more or better coffee bitches, I think. The ones you usually have are really great: Latinas who don't speak English, but who keep the coffee up and fresh and the area ridiculously clean. They should replace the snide assholes at Starbucks with Latin American coffee bitches. Hey, maybe I should start a coffee shop: "The Coffee Bitch's Brew Cafe" or something like that. Join in on the exploitation express.

8. They don't have Iced Tea at KFC anymore. I had to break my 9 month cola fast with a cup of 7up-like material. Ptooie! Made me burp.

9. Those fucking White Sox are trying desperately to be Losers. They are in the process of blowing the biggest late season lead in Baseball History and they are saying its not so bad if Cleveland catches them and wins the division, they will still probably win the wild card. Who but a loser would think that way after leading the majors in wins most of the season? They're killing me.

10. Those Latin adjective endings - they're killing me! Killing Me!