Dewrinkling a shirt, letting it run through the dryer, and I have a little bit of time to kill. Figured I'd pass some of this boredom on to you readers.
Anyway.
One of my friends - I call her my lesbian girlfriend actually - seems to think that I'm gay. She seems obsessed with the idea actually. At first I thought she was just trying to break me out of this funk by getting me all riled up. Now I'm not so sure. Perhaps she actually thinks that I am the gay. This is the kind of thing that would have really bothered be back when I was younger and more closed-minded. Now I'd just kind of like to prove her wrong. So I'll be taking volunteers to help me demonstrate my non-gayness at Rich O's this weekend. Please, ladies, no pushing and shoving. Everyone will get their turn.
Tomorrow I get to re-register all of my cars and get them emission tested. As an added bonus, I get to run by the courthouse and pay some of my property tax bill. Woo Hoo!
I'm driving to Cincy Friday for this vendor demo thingy. It would be even better if I didn't have to drive back to Louisville and work afterwards. I could have probably used a night in Cincy.
The people at work are all into this fantasy football stuff, and I have to listen to them yack and yammer about it all day long. One of the few things I hate worse than actual football is fantasy football.
I had this incredibly stupid idea for an entry this morning. I actually wrote quite a bit of it before I realized just how stupid it was. Then I came up with slightly less stupid idea, and started writing it out, until I realized that it was mostly about the shit that I'm supposed to be bottling up. Now I kind of have this idea for a new series of entries, but I haven't gotten passed the initial idea stage yet.
They seem to have stopped making Diet Vanilla Coke. This makes me very sad. Now I have to choke down Diet Vanilla Pepsi or *gasp* regular non-vanilla Diet Coke.
It's almost Fall. I've got several anniversaries coming up. People dying. People leaving. A few birthdays too, but mostly sad stuff.
*ding* *ding* *ding* *ding* *ding*
Well, that's my dryer signaling the end of its cycle. Time to take my wrinkle-free self to the bar.
