I would like to start off today by wishing a very Happy Birthday to Johnny Goodtime YGB and to Fireman Nick. Be sure to wish them both a happy one as well.

Last night, the giant trucker bump on the back of my neck started to hurt. I went to look at it in the mirror and noticed that there was a head on it. I was thinking that maybe it was just a zit on top of the trucker bump, which is adding insult to injury, but nonetheless I went in for the pop. But it wasn’t a little zit on top of a trucker bump. It was one giant zit. It was the Mt. St. Helens of pimples. As soon as I gave it a little squeeze, it erupted. And for the next hour, I squeezed and prodded what I can only call worms made from Crisco out of it. It was the single most disgusting and awesome thing that I’ve ever had to do with my own body. So awesome that I had to call Pancake Land and Little Miss Cotton, the resident trucker bump handlers, to inform them of the news.

This morning, the terrain surrounding the volcano is pretty wrecked. It is black and swollen from all of the squeezing. Bruised and tender, but no trucker bump. We’ll just have to wait and see what happens next. Will the volcano fill back up and ready itself to explode again? Who knows. All I know is that I have to talk about something else because I’m making myself nauseous.

Yesterday was pretty uneventful for a Monday. I spent a good deal of the day packing orders. Then I cut out early and came home to tutor Math. Two hours of Geometry, followed by an hour of Algebra. The good news is that with my third student came my fancy new coffee pot. Unfortunately the red one was back ordered for 6 months, so I got the black one instead. That’s okay. It’ll be the Yang to my white coffee pot’s Yin. So, this little devil is fancy. How fancy? You ask. So fancy that it comes with its own trash bin. I had to consult the manual about this because the idea of a coffee pot coming with its own trash can had never entered my mind. Anywho, I’m sitting here enjoying a cappuccino right now as I’m typing this. Wanna see my new toy? Okay:

And here’s the two of them together with the trash bin in between:

Well, yesterday I finished “The Bell Jar”. God, was it depressing. At some point the sexiness of Maggie’s voice could not compete with the overall downerness of the writing. I had to switch to Metal to feel something other than despair again.

Today is a day of glazing and packing the van. At some point, I should probably eat at a restaurant so that I can write this week’s article. My routine got devastated by the impromptu camping trip. Then maybe I should pack my suit case for Memphis. That’s where I’m going for the next 5 days. I’ll have my lappy, so there should be posts and Daily Photos as per usual. Anywho, off to work. More soon. ~SC