lord i was born a ramblin' [wo]man

I'm sleeeepy. The heater residing under my desk is working harder than a Mexican on payday. The bastard is directing it's venom at my cowboy boots which has me in a trance. I could not be forced to stand if the building were on fire. Evil.

I have a bump located on the inside of my right nostril. I'm not sure what it is but odds are good you have suffered from the same malady at one time or another. I can't quit touching the damn thing. Everytime I stick my index finger into my sniffer someone catches me. I want to scream "it's not what you think I'm just pickin' at a scab in my nose" but this isn't necessarily the lesser of the two evil options. What if it's a tumor!

I just turned off my space heater. Some people have issues with excessive eating, many struggle with coke habits, then you have your porn addicts. I am a space heater junkie. Why won't you just get out of my life!!!

I am going through my book of poetry (did that turn you on) back from some of the dark days:

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Can’t say I wouldn’t blame you
It has tormented my thoughts
When the time comes I won’t sit still
For the greatest love that was lost

You’re not even gone and I've dug your grave
Planning my demise for the heart I can’t save
swallowing hard the pain growing inside
my smile, my laughter, my soul has died

I write a story about a one true love
reluctant girl so complicated but true
lost her heart to the boy of her dreams
all alone and there was nothing to do
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The heater returned to life just now without my directing it to.

Do do do da do do do do do...

I was reading my "Word 2007 for DUMMIES" book just now [I like how dummies is the only word in all caps - thanks Dan Gookin] and I am bothered with Dan's attempt at being witty resulting in shamefully dorky. For example, Chapter 19 "Lines and Boxes Around Your Text" Dan starts off the paragraph with "Here a Line. There a Line. Everywhere a line-line". Quit! Chapter 15 "Creating a Section" Danny starts off the paragraph with "Breaking up your documents isn't hard to do". Your killin' me D. I would almost prefer to learn Word 2007 the hard way. This reminds me of a schmaltzy, trying too hard to be hip, middle-aged youth minister you'll find leading a group of vulnerable teens at the neighborhood Pizza Hut on a Sunday afternoon following youth group bible study. "Today we're gonna rock god, guys, because the lord is rad, okay". Dude has more energy than a broker on crack and is happier than a housewife on prozac. He's probably sporting the jean jacket paired with jeans look which might be the biggest fashion OH NO! You all know this guy. He talks with his hands. He likes to do the 'one clap' after finishing a sentence. He's a closet Cho-Mo [thanks Zub].

Thought of the day: try at best to refrain from sexual encounters in a swimming pool during daylight hours, more so if you are within arms reach of a child. This could be frowned upon. Billy goat!

Friday.

Enough said.

Love, J