When The Sandman Has Got Your Number.


June 27, 2010 by sandwichcontrol

For some reason, all I want to do this morning is go back to bed. I have things that I need to be doing, but all I want to do is sleep. I am not tired, not really, but sleep sounds like a very logical thing to be doing. I do not think it will happen because of the aforementioned things I need to do, but it is nice to think that if I wanted to, I could go back to bed.

Maybe it is because I am in no mood to try and wrangle the ever increasingly rambunctious kittens who seem Hell-bent on destroying all of my favorite things. Man, do I ever love the spray bottle.

Today I am going to attempt to correct the terrible mistake I made when I went to get a can of gas in Le Duke’s car and subsequently spilled almost all of the contents of said gas can in the trunk. His car stinks of petrol and since he is returning in a few days, I am making it my mission today to work on getting the smell out. If I succeed in getting the smell out, then perhaps I can put off the inevitable ritual of self-inflicted disembowelment and subsequent decapitation that Le Duke will order if his car wreaks of gasoline. I’m sure he will give the order sooner or later, but I’m hoping for later. Maybe he’ll just make me shave my head and become a monk. A life of piety and torturous shame. On second thought, the idea of disemboweling myself is not sounding so bad.

Anyway, I am off to purchase white vinegar and baking soda to do the whole denature hydrocarbon thing via acid/base reactions. Hooray for chemistry!

More soon. ~SC

1 comment »

  1. I’m thinking that since you are so into this chemistry thing, you can begin to work on a solution to the BP/Gulf nightmare. We have finally succeeded in killing ourselves.

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