Dec 02 2002
I had planned on writing something about this tonight, but James has already addressed the issue pretty thoroughly, so I’ll just refer you to his comments.
One final note, though…. Does anybody really expect the Nine Old Men (yes, I said nine old men, read into it what you will) who gave us George W. Bush and, by association, John Ashcroft, to take a stand for civil liberty? Personally, I can’t see it happening.
Oh. I got my socks and underwear. HA!
Dec 02 2002
In a comment on yesterday’s entry in which I stated that I had found the casket in which I wish to be buried, DogsDon’tPurr asked “That’s gotta be a joke…right??”
Actually, no, it isn’t. It’s for real. As the company states on the page listing this particular casket…
Packed for the trip home. This “Express Delivery” parcel is well suited to become a fitting epilogue for one who has demonstrated the virtues of living life with a sense of humor.
People at the office are constantly asking me why I laugh so much. The real reason is that almost everything that goes on at the place is just fecking hilarious, but the reason I give them is “If I weren’t laughing, I’d be crying.” You have to look at things with humor these days, otherwise we’d all be living on a diet of Prozac.
And to all you people who are returning to work today after your long four day holiday: HA! HA! HA! Today is my payback for having to work over the holiday. You have to go back to work and face Monday, I don’t. I was off yesterday, am off today, and will be off tomorrow. I am now sitting here in my robe thinking I may go shave and shower and then go to the grocery store. I also need to stop off someplace and pick up some socks and underwear. I need socks and underwear. I may also roam around a bit and see if I can find something that somebody might like for Christmas. So, to you, again I say HA!
Monday, Monday, so good to me
Monday mornin’, it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday mornin’, Monday mornin’ couldn’t guarantee
That Monday evenin’ you would still be here with me
Monday, Monday, can’t trust that day
Monday, Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh Monday mornin’ you gave me no warnin’ of what was to be
Oh Monday, Monday, how could you leave and not take me
Every other day, every other day
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
A-you can find me cryin’ all of the time
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