A pictoral representation … a photoblog if you will.
The minute I stepped off the Metro today — sans umbrella, mind you — God continued his “Operation Continuing Revenge” with the sky exploding. This was on a day I elected to take the Metro to Farragut North, adding about three blocks of walking on to my normally one-block walk. Fortunately, Grandma keeps a zip up sweater at her desk, so with minor modifications, I was able to change into that. At last check, the shirt’s still wet.
What is that? Australia?
Oooh. Sooorry. Sooorry.
If you guessed, “Oddly-shaped glob of corn-chip material in the bottom of your bag of stale Doritos” you are correct. I’m 0-2 at this point. The only thing going in my favor was the availability of diet Mountain Dew.
My mail. It’s not funny anymore, God. It’s not funny.
However, the day’s wrapping up. Not much in store for tonight. More being a layabout. I’ve not gone much near my computer at home the last few nights and it’s been good. I’ve been exploring this thing called “reading” and watching TV and sleeping on and off all night. It’s been good for me, I think.