…. I was feeling physically icky because I somehow managed to get a teeny whiff of a cold trying to grab hold of me. Nothing major – just some low-level pootyness going on. It has the unfortunate side effect, however, of making me stay away from my 12 year old playmate and that really sucks!
The Universe has declared that I cannot go back to former place of employ so I now must dig my heels in at new place and make it work. Oh, but I hate HATE restriction. HATE IT. Damn that old saying: “You don’t know what you got ’til it’s gone” … it’s true. Playclothes, IMing with impunity, not being watched … sigh. “Those were the days, my friend. We thought they’d never end … ”
(/whine for now)
I need to admit my addiction to DKos. A friend I met on there said this to me about said addiction:
DKos is the best political blog I am aware of, and I have seen a few. And the diaries only make it better. What we are seeing is a vast array of smart to brilliant players, with an incredible range of knowledge, questions and facts. Exposed to this bunch, no smart , curious kid in a campus beer hall would ever get their homework done. Half good, half bad. But the term papers would be more interesting. You are living through an information evolution. Lean back, partake and enjoy.
I guess there are worse things to be addicted to – ewww. Last night I watched some weird thing on HBO showing hookers in Atlantic City. Girl, they were Nasssssss-teeeeeee! One woman said some dude wanted her to take a dump on a plate so he could eat it (she did and so did he). For NO amount of money would I do that. (well, hmmm. If I’m NOT the eating one … wait. Ewww. No.)
Some of them were (as you might guess) addicts trying to feed their habit, some were addicted to the money and the ease they made it. It was sad, though. You could see that they’ve given away pieces of their soul doing this.
Anyway, off to work. I wonder if I can suddenly be taken ill at lunch and just HAVE to go home??? heheh