Ok, so I used this special goo to get that stain out of my pants last night. Thanks to my boss for hooking me up with that. I gotta go buy my own little vat of that goo stuff. It works wonders. Maybe that’s where the hottest band in Decatur, “Mysterious Goo” got their name. Or… maybe not… and maybe they’re not the hottest band in Decatur.
Worked on putting out a few fires yesterday afternoon and then hit up the gym. About ½ way through I started coughing. This continued throughout the evening and on into dinner at O’chucks. I got home a little after 9:00 PM and went straight to bed.
Woke up this morning with a sore throat. Fantastic.
So on my way into the office this morning, I somehow got stuck behind this 1969 Mazda POS that was burning oil like an Iraqi pipeline that had been hit by terrorists. Naturally since I am down with the sickness now, I’m short-tempered and that really set me off like a roman candle on the 4th of July.
When we got to the gate there were 2 lines going in (that merge into 1 on the other side), and I got in the opposite one from her. We both got through at the same time, and normally you alternate cars as you get back in a single file line… but I sped up so she couldn’t get in front of me. I thought there was some kind of EPA law against driving cars that burn oil like that.
In other news, Shane called last night and the beach trip is off for this weekend, but we’ll try next weekend. It’s just as well… I didn’t know I was getting infected.
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