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Holidays, Shopping, Music and Handcuffs
December 18, 2008

Tomorrow is my last day of work in 2008. Saturday begins a stretch of 16 straight days of work-free utopia. Yes, I know you’re jealous. If not for the fact I have a two-hour meeting this afternoon, I’d be giddy right now.

This feels like the last week of school. At the end of the week there are three months of summer fun waiting for you. Standing in the way are numerous final exams, projects and the realization your parents will soon be seeing your report card. Get through the week and life will be sweet. However, you might not make it. The week could kill you. And then where would you be? Dead, that’s where.

Yeah, it feels like that. The only difference is meetings can literally kill you. I’ve seen it happen. Meetings are that boring.

In related news: Rest in peace, Bob.

See You In 365 Days, Amazon.com

I have finally finished my Christmas shopping.

My evenings will no longer be filled browsing Amazon for hours and hours looking for ideas. Now I can go back to watching The Office and House like the good Lord intended.

Did I find good presents? Well, let’s just say no one in my family will have to hunt for socks again anytime soon and leave it at that.

Best Buy: Teaching You Patience Since 1966

It took 24 days, but my Scott Weiland CD finally arrived yesterday.

It’s beautiful. Two discs, twenty songs and an infinite amount of musical bliss. I’ve been able to listen to most of the songs the past few weeks on YouTube, but it’s just not the same as listening to them in your car. Songs just sound different when you’re stuck in traffic wishing everyone else on the road would die.

However, I have rediscovered a drawback to having such a short commute to work (a friend sent me discs to listen to while driving and I discovered the same problem). When you have a short commute, you have no time to listen to anything. Heck, I barely had time to listen to all of Track 2 (Tangle with your Mind — great song, by the way).

Does this mean I’m going to move and get a longer commute just so I have more time to listen to things in my car? Um, no. It just means I’ll be spending lots of time sitting in my car in the driveway pretending there are cars all around me with dead drivers behind their wheels.

Duh.

Where Did It Get The Chloroform?

Nothing new to report on the beard situation. Although, I did wake up today to find handcuffs, an unopened container of Rogaine, and a bottle of chloroform inches away from my face.

Methinks my beard is plotting something.

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