While driving to work at a little before 6:00 this morning, I noticed that that the sky had mostly cleared. That didn’t last for long, though. A thick mat of clouds soon moved in, and by 8:00, the sky was a once again overcast. Except for a thin band near the eastern horizon, that is. It was just enough for the sun to peek through, as it rose. It was absolutely gorgeous, and it only lasted a few minutes.
First: Because there evidently are not enough shopping holidays (who knew?!), Kmart decided that Martin Luther King Day, a day that is meant to be a day of service and of working for social justice, should be turned into Consumerpalooza. I’m kind of horrified. I don’t know what Kmart was thinking, but they should be ashamed of themselves.
Second: The numlock and capslock lights on my laptop are blinking disconcertingly. I found the manufacturer’s LED error code list, but it doesn’t describe the actual problem I’m having. I’m hoping that it’s just a weird fluke, and that it’ll sort itself out when I reboot. On the other hand, maybe it’s an harbinger of DQQM, and if I try to restart, my computer will explodiate. Aieee!
Third: The lights in the laundry room, in the Blackest Pits of Hell (conveniently located in my building’s basement), are not functioning. Or, at least, the motion sensors seem to be out of whack. This makes two weeks since I called and complained about it. I won’t mention how long ago I called about the dryer vent that’s disconnected. We are now reckoning time in the months, not weeks, if that’s any indication.
Fourth: Asshole neighbors are still letting their vicious MinPin run loose. The little shithead[1] barks and snarls at anyone walking by him, and he insists on peeing all over my patio. Needless to say, this does not favorably impress Miss Brown.
Fifth: Gov. Daniels’ State of the State address is tonight. I swear, seeing him on TV makes me even angrier than seeing GWB. The man is a menace. And apparently Newt Gingrich thinks Daniels would make a dandy GOP candidate in 2012. O gross! The man has all the faults and none of the kooky charm of GWB.
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1. I’m actually pretty favorably inclined toward shitheads of the canine variety. I have one of my own. So I don’t hate the dog, and I don’t blame him for being a horrible little brat. The fault for that lies squarely on his breeder’s and owner’s heads.
I forgot I took these last Thursday morning.
red paper boat 