Worked late catching up on stuff I should have had done during the day. But the day slipped away rather quickly as I was trying to put out fires I didn't start. I felt like one of those firefighters in one of the fire-prone states during the height of the fire season, battling a 100,000 acre blaze when the local news reporter says "the fire is 2% contained." Contained? It's not contained! YOU, the firefighter, have been contained by the fire!

That was me today. Contained by the fires. Me and my squirt gun. Not even a super-soaker.


Lunch was the only bright spot, as it often is on Fridays, except I inadverdantly called my friend an ass-head, called his food goo, and didn't share my fries with another friend, only to leave a nearly full basket of fries on the table as we left. Shameful. Just shameful. I could have saved her $1.50. Someday she will need that $1.50, and she will remember that moment and think of me in vain.

I did manage to come up with some choice phrases at lunch (see the Eating Oklahoma review) to include "Mouthful of Bacony Goodness with Each Bite," "Mountain of Goo," and "Man Salad".


Ex-wife reports that Shelby had two tallies today, making it four of five days with as many, and the remaining day with one tally, so she hasn't had a great week behaviorally.


Tomorrow will be.... interesting. Twenty-four hours from now I expect to be... very tired. But not asleep. Kind of like right now. But worse.