Ah, the weekend.
Finally.
And not a damn moment too soon.
The weather
might even cooperate.
The president and the governor didn't totally rape me out of
my paycheck this week.
North Korea
hasn't bombed us … yet.
The paper I have due Wednesday is more than half done.
The same
paper probably has to be emailed to the professor by Sunday.
I am too tired to get up from the computer chair to go to
bed.
Cheezits
are delicious.
A wildebeest is a gnu, and a gnu is a wildebeest.
There are
only ten more weeks of school before I can escape the construction.
I cannot open my windows at work because of construction
dust and fumes.
I have
broken several metatarsal bones.
Toronto Blue Jays have the dopiest looking chin hair styles:
They look
like psychotic Gorton's fishermen.
The wind just gusted and scared the crap out of me.
Well, not
really the crap.
This is a statement by an ignorant news caster:
"A
bullet from a BB gun…"
A friend reports the local news reported someone
"killed to death."
Well, thank
goodness for that.
Imagine if he got killed to life?
It would be
Zombie Mania around here.
And not a damn moment too soon, I might add.
Finally.
It's the weekend.
