.: 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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