I might not have told you, but I'd like to quit today...In case you're asking.

Oh yeah, did I mention I'd like to quit?

Can someone please offer me a job, I'd really like to quit as of today.

Managed to clog the exchange server with 3416 messages.

Haven't been blogging much lately but I have been seeing and thinking about bees these days.

For a career change, I was thinking sweeping floors at the airport would be a relatively low stress job.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing here?

And speaking of monkeys...it's the cheapness of the camera that adds to the mood.

In case you think you think you're the only one obsessed with monkeys, bees, and masonic eyes

I think it's somebody's birthday in Sweden and being the bad neglectful brother-in-law I am there's nothing in the mail at the moment. But happy birthday Joanne!

I've got a new toilet seat.

Another problem about being up in the wee hours is a twitchy self-absorbed state of mind which makes you start typing very very very personal things into a blog... and then quickly hitting the delete button.
 
On a different note: life would be easier in a Scooby-doo cartoon (sans Scrappy). No need for employment (unless going undercover). Solving zany capers, running aimlessly through mansions accompanied by 2 minute pop-songs, meddling.

Once again unable to sleep and wondering what it would be like to sleep normally again - among other things... Contemplating re-working this site into a different design and wondering if it's a project I need to start at 2:30am. Definitely would get my mind off things but I still wouldn't be sleeping. Notice the mail server isn't working too good, wonder if I should go give it a kick - don't think anyone else who uses it is up right now. Wish I had answers. Hope my lotto ticket is a gooder.

My prize today on getting home was another hairball. Maybe hairball is the wrong word because there was very little hair. Have to buy more Veterinary Strength Outright stain remover, used the last drops on the carpet - should buy stock in the company.

So let's say for the sake of arguement that you're up at 3:30 am and you know you can' t sleep. Maybe you want to slip out and have an omelette or someother breakfast based meal to perk your spirits. Only problem is that it's hard to come by a restaurant open at such an hour except Denny's so perhaps you'll just keep on driving till maybe 5am just for the hell of it.

If I didn't know that Pete Barbutti would probably want money, I'd make him the patron saint of Craptastic. But who can resist the bowl cut toupee? Anyway, this is where SusieQ went to Grant.
 
Feeling like a giant reciever with no tuner picking up all the bad channels...damn spider senses always crashing in the same car...eggs anyone?

Why does this day seem so fucked up? Feel like hiding under the pillows or something.

Apparently, I look like a "kid that's been yelled at too much" today.

 
First attempt

Maybe if Pushkin wouldn't eat chunks of carpet he wouldn't puke as much.

The glory of MIDI

Home once again to a pile of regurgitated cat food on the carpet. Oh good looks like someone rolled in it too. Life's a gas.

Dave Reid forwarded me this link. Bet the cats would like a room like this, the vomit and excrement probably wouldn't show as much.

From the shock I just received from checking my bank account, it appears the revenue dept has an express mail and cashing system for income tax. Damn those bastards.

When you really love someone let it show...

Now that I've had a better look around, let me qualify that. She started in one room and left a trail leading to the bed and then left the motherlode there. Why do I put up with this...

A certain cat decided that she'd save up a really really really big one for me and then deposit in under my duvet. The fun just never stops.

Looky looky what I found in my mailbox fresh from Finland. Thanks Liisa you rock! Say hi to Markus and Piko for me.

Maybe a flaming winged monkey would cheer me up. I know what would really cheer me up but it ain't happening and I ain't telling. Fuck there's too much shit to do this weekend.

Bit of an odd day. Feeling oddly at ease with the political disturbances of work; had best bike ride I've had in 2 years; saw a car accident; gorged on sushi; saw a so-so movie (House of Mirth); and 2 quick gallery openings; then home to be greeted at the door by 2 deranged cats. At the end of it all, just left with the feeling that at the age of 50 I'll still be coming home alone from a day of political unrest at the office to a housefull of deranged cats...Full moon coming maybe that's why. Maybe I should move to a village in Spain and paint fences for a living.

The more I learn the denser the web gets - I just wonder when the spider is going to jump out.

Almost got this going now.

What's that Snowy? Someone has a poo brown sweater!?!

Go look

Here are the choices:

1) Clean up the gastly hairball before you eat. This means preparing food and eating after you've handled cat vomit - no matter of washing will quickly dispel that sullied feeling.
2) Eat first and then clean. This requires eating in full sight of the vomit which definitely quells the appetite. It also means eating while knowing there's vomit to clean which again represses the hunger urge.