"Oh, Rocketdyne,
Oh, Rocketdyne..
…
I hope it’s you that gets
this message."
Keboobalah, sung on my answering machine.
(to be sung to the tune of "O Tannanbaum")
Oh, it’s been a week. And hallelujah.. that means we’re counting down to a weekend. I’ve really had a very good day. I’m not sure that it’s really been overwhelmingly fantastic, but it certainly didn’t suck as bad as yesterday. Which, you know, is heaps better.
For lunch, I walked over to our cafeteria. I wanted a wrap from our wrap stand. (Mainly because they’re cheap, but also because they’re low-carb.) So I said, "Can I have your wrap of the day, please?" The lady looked at me and said they were out of turkey. "Okaaaay," I concede, "But the wrap of the day is a BLT." Again, she proceeds to inform me of their lack of turkey. "I grasp that," I growl. "Can you make a Bacon Lettuce and Tomato wrap?" She asked why I wanted a tomato on it. "Because the T stands for tomato, not turkey," I rumble. She didn’t know, she said. Don’t you have to take some sort of sandwich training?
Eventually, I got my BLT wrap. And a Big Grab bag of Flamin’ Hot cheetos. So I’m a pretty happy camper. I’ve also got a Mounds bar waiting for me. Sometimes, you know.. you feel like a nut. Sometimes, you don’t.
I am so ready to sleep. Which means.. I imagine.. next weekend is my weekend to shine.
I really have nothing of interest to say, other than I did speak to Steph this morning and she sounded good. She’s pretty much invincible, so I imagine she’ll be running marathons before I can get my shoes tied (but I double-knot them).
Random update, because I’ve been writing this for almost half an hour now.. the most disgusting thing in the world is to sneeze with a mouth full of Mounds bar. It’s just.. eww.
You may be grossed out now, but the next time you lust after a Mounds bar during allergy season, you’ll think of me. Oh, you’ll think of me.
