Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 


It has been a long day, and most of it drifted maliciously between slightly-vexing and I'd-kill-someone-if-I-wasn't-so-damned-tired.

There was the getting up earlier than usual part. There was also the terminating someone and collecting their keys from them part (which was surprisingly pleasant and easy, and made all the prior stress from envisioning the bad ways it could have transpired all the more aggravating). There was the scuttling quickly over to the old/original store (which looked a lot smaller than I remembered it) to pull a full shift there as a favour. And then there was the phone call that, surprise, the evening shifter at my current store has not shown up; leading in turn to an extra 3 hours of work at the store.

You can insert your "replace with flying monkey" rant here at your leisure. I already did.

And there is wet snow blowing all higgledy-piggledy outside.

It's enough to make a blogger say, "Screw this, I'm going to bed." Which coincidentally will be exactly what I say and follow up on when this little bit of nowhere is finished.

I haven't exactly been reduced to Crotchety McCrankypants yet, but I do seem to possess a rather venomous displeasure at the world currently lurking outside my door. I shall be glad when today comes to an end, and I can rest my sore & aching neck on a new, fluffy pillow.

(The old, "flat as a board/Lina Inverse's chest" pillow has since been retired, and in all likelihood was the main contributing factor to why I woke up this past Sunday to discover there were muscles in my neck I never knew I had. And that apparently, they'd all simultaneously managed to get themselves pulled or strained in thoroughly painful ways.)

So fare thee well, good night and pleasant dreams. I look forward to all of those things. Especially the pleasant dreams. It means I wasn't wearing pants in any of them.

What?

You actually thought that despite the nastiness of the day, I wouldn't have the energy or ridiculous gall to toss in another pants joke? For shame!

Labels: I dream of pants, malicious days, more flying monkey action

posted by Phillip at 8:58 PM