ye olde crapfest

things things things.

tonight is bobblehead night in cinci with dad, schmra, and maybe sore-throat amy...should be fun, it always is. and i have a worthy excuse to leave work just a little early. woot. i still like love baseball, i don't care how bourgeoisie it is¹.

other things... i have to do inventory today. i hate inventory. i also have to quit for the cleaning lady, must remember to do that... must keep applying ridiculous amounts of lotion to my face and legs, as they are peeling off in large chunks... must remember to tell amy about my theory that people skin, given that is hasn't been exposed to any soap or other beauty products and junk, may actually taste alright if you fried it...

blah blah blah. work is lame. i tried uploading all my pics this morning, but my computer here won't let me download them--they're too big and my stupid p-o-s computer's too low on disk space to do anything. i managed to pull one off and get it resized. i'm going to post it now, so i can keep looking at it as the day wears on.

nice beach, eh?



¹ i spelled bourgeoisie right on the first try. amanza-ing feat of the week!