It’s Like Backdraft Only Without the Fire.


December 6, 2010 by sandwichcontrol

So I managed to stumble through yesterday without killing myself or anyone else. I also rocked it in high gear and finish my stupid Trig homework. This is really great news for you, who, by now, is sick (and tired) of hearing about me and my Trig homework. Well, friend, that’s it. The last of it. The next time you hear me talk about doing any sort of Trig problem, it will fall under the category of “Physics homework”.

Hey, it’s Monday.

I wish I had something entertaining to tell you, but I don’t. I don’t have any good jokes either. I forgot to refill my entertainment bag this weekend. I was busy doing other things. Hold on a minute and I should be able to find something in the stacks…

Okay, this is pretty sweet. I found a photo of a snow angel (of death). This is what is left behind if you are a mouse in Winter:

Pretty sweet, right? That’s all you get for today. Mouse death. It’s bloody cold in my office and for some unknown reason I don’t have any hobo gloves. If you were wondering why my office is cold, it is because I’ve been closing the door from the kitchen at night to prevent Jenny from continuing to use my office as her own personal latrine. So, after a night with no heat, my office is cold in the morning.

Cold office + Strange Angle of Arms for Typing = Numb Fingers

Need hobo gloves… adding to wish list…done. Yeah, yeah, I know. They’re women’s gloves. I know. What can I say? I have very thin hands. Plus, men’s gloves are always so bulky. Who wants to try and type in bulky gloves? Hey, I’d love to stay and debate this with you, but I’ve got to go to work. More soon. ~SC


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