random regular blog

Ok, that last post was probably funny only to me. I will try to write something that is funny to everyone.

Problem is, I feel very uninspired right now. I haven't had my daily dose of mac & cheese yet (talk to me in an hour) and I have yet to feel it's cheesy-inspire-ness flow through me. True, I usually write my blogs before I go to lunch, but today has the makings of a Backwards Day. I don't think there have been any other indications besides that one, but I am also having a No Observing Day.

I just went into the bathroom at work. There are 3 stalls. I used to go into the middle one exclusively, but then it was clogged (not by me) for 2 days in a row so I haven't been in there since. Then I used the left one. That one was good because it was big and in the corner. Just now someone was in the left one, so I had to go into the one on the right. It is the mirror image of the other one. That makes me feel uncomfortable, like I crossed into Backwards World without knowing it. Since today is Backwards Day, Backwards World Bathroom should have been like Regular Bathroom, but it wasn't. That makes it Super Backwards.

I noticed that on the street from my house to the train there is a new newspaper stand. But it's not on the corner. It's in the middle of the sidewalk, and I don't like it there. Also, on the street to my work, there is another new paper stand. This one is on a corner, but not a busy one. Are there extra tax dollars around so that the only way to balance the budget was to install more places to get free papers? Because that just doesn't make any sense. Especially on streets where I can already get my fill of free papers 100 yards away.

I wish I could drink at work. It would make the day go by faster and I'd probably have more fun. Actually, I probably could drink here. I always have my water bottle and nobody pays any attention to me anyway, except to annoy me. They would annoy me whether I was drunk or not. Then I would probably be an alcoholic. At least my blogs would be better though. Today I feel forced to write a blog because I have nothing to do. I've read the paper and various blogs and other websites. I did my nails. I stared out the window and wished I was outside doing anything else.

I don't actually want to drink at work. That makes me sound like a total boozer, and since I feel the need to defend myself against you people, I will rationalize my previous paragraph. Um... Shut up.

There was just a phantom bug on my shoulder. I almost freaked out because there is always an underlying fear that I have a cockroach on me. That fear is not based on anything except for my imagining how unpleasant that would be, and I've never had a cockroach on me, and I don't know how one would get on my shoulder without me noticing it. However, I felt a little tickle, and I brushed it off, but the tickle was still there. I blame a voodoo curse.

I think I will make this weekend my own private Halloween. Halloween is fun, and it should come around more often. Other people are welcome to join me, as long as they are having fun. I should have the power to dictate when things happen. Maybe if I had a white lab coat & a clipboard people would listen to me. And roller skates. The old school kind with 4 square wheels - not this "in-line" crap. I would roller skate everywhere. Maybe I should look into this.

Blah.