.: It is nearly 4am.

.: I went out to my father’s house, to assist in some needed renovations.  I was exhausted like a mother fucker, and Chuck (who came with me, being the more mechanical of we two) was sick with a cold and likewise exhausted.  But assist we did, and came home around an hour and a half ago.  I would have been in bed minutes later, but I have not been on the internets in a proper fashion in what feels like weeks.

It actually may be weeks.

.: I cleared my desk of clutter a few days ago, in order to have a nice working environment in which I could happily work.

This was pointless.

My toys are askew.  There is an empty drinking glass in front of me.  There is a plastic ice-pop wrapper propped up against a book in what seems to be an effort to keep the sweet, sticky red residue from contaminating my desk.  Apparently, my keyboard has joined in the effort, as I find that parts of it are mildly dripped upon with sweet, sticky, red residue.  There is none on the desk, so the book and keyboard are apparently doing a fine job.

I am bitching.  But not bitching. I have had children in the house, and have allowed them into my inner sanctum. I have Maryellen here, and her computer will not link up to the internets no matter how many ice-pops I offer it, so she must use my computer (and is welcome to it).  My daughter comes down to use my computer (or a computer, since she usually uses Chuck’s as it has ‘Windows’ and I run Ubuntu).

Tomorrow, I will clean my desk again.  I will throw away the ‘quarter water’ container that I used as a very occasional ashtray, which is now crammed with cigarettes and nicotine tea.  And I will hang a sign on my desktop which reads:

‘Please keep Mondo’s area clean, as recieving a punch in the colon by a barbed-wire fisted baboon may offend’.

And I will hope that someone smiles and does not take too much offense to that.

.: I pinched my nuts in my zipper.  That hurts more than I remember.  The Dude will inisit it is a lesson to cease going commando.

.: Speaking of The Dude.  He has Facebooked.  I seriously wonder why he would have done this.  Maybe he’ll tell me.

I tried to see him the other day at the B&N.  He had called to see if I wanted to meet him for a cup of coffee, just as my family walked through the door.  I told him I would call him back.  Which I did, to tell him that I didn’t want him to think that I wasn’t going to call, and that I would call him again.

Which I did not.

When things finally settled enough for me to be comfortable with an escape, the phone was tied up and I was out of minutes on my cell.  So I just went over to the B&N.  There was no Dude, so I bought a cup of coffee and went home and thought of how unreliable I must seem to my friend as I drank my coffee.

.: There is a reason I have not added any funds to my cell phone.  I have reached a point again where my usage outweighs my intended usage.  It’s a pain in the ass to find I am out of minutes, and must purchase more.  So I have decided to just sign up with an actual plan.  I will have minutes out the ass.  I will have unlimited text messages and email.  I will have a camera and mp3’s.

And I will pay for it.

And another little hold-out piece of me will die.

.: And here is a picture of me when no little pieces of me were dead.  Thanks to Terrence, who posted it on the Facebook from where I stolded it. I’m the one in the center, in the cammoflauge.

.: And that is how the world is at 4:22 this morning.  Have a good day.

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