I want to write about something, but I have absolutely nothing interesting to write about. Today is going to be all about leaving for work early (i.e. getting there before 11, in this case getting there at 9). Leaving for work early (should) mean(s) getting home early, and getting home early means getting the place all cleaned up and getting my oil changed in my truck before my Pepsi gets here. I think I need to apologize to anybody out there at this point who thinks that I’m a Pepsi addict, but it’s true. I am.

Hmm…what to write about…ah! Catholics with guns. But hey, what’s new?

Umm…ah…blah blah laundry blah blah take out the trash, do the dishes, sweep the floors. All the usual fun things. Work up a budget for myself for the next month because of not having received my FTL trip reimbursement money yet. I have so much to do at work these days that it’s not even funny. Even my work has work to do. I’m just glad that I don’t have to do my work’s work for the most part, because that’s laborious stuff. My part of it isn’t laborious, just time-consuming.

This weekend is going to be a weekend of resizing files at work, going to the beach, exploring St. Petersburg with my Pepsi in the truck, and remotely possibly Busch Gardens.

OH! One interesting thing happened. I was tired last night and walked into the local Walgreens to get some water. Tired = not thinking about what I’m wearing = the bum look. And for some reason, looking like a bum drives women crazy. The cashier asked for my phone number. …no, thank you.