For a minute there, I couldn't find my blog.
Uh it's freezing here at work. I have my office heater on 'high' but I'm still cold. I hate that. I can't believe it's already started that I have to turn my office heater on.
I try not to blog until after lunch because in the mornings when I get in to work, all I want to do is b**** about traffic. Who wants to read days and days worth of me b****ing about traffic? I don't even want to write about it. Therefore I try and make my entries around lunchtime that way my boiling hatred for the day's traffic has passed and I can make a blog entry without mentioning how horrible the traffic was and how much the morons of this wretched state can't drive. See? Makes perfect sense.
Since they took my favorite radio program off the air I listen to talk radio in the mornings. It's kinda good because they do that traffic report every 10 minutes, but the radio station I listen to is obsessed with football. Well, all of Arkansas is obsessed with football. Football and hunting. That's all they care about. I'm not kidding. I'm so sick of it I could scream.
Yesterday on my way home from work, I let this car merge in front of me and it was laden with bumper stickers. One said "My boss is an Austrian Painter" and another said "Beware of ZOG".
I was mildly shocked to say the least. Only mildly because this is Arkansas. After all this is where the Central High crisis happened just 50 years ago. Governor Faubus used the National Guard to keep 9 black kids from integrating into Central High School in Little Rock. Compelling read if you're interested. They won't shut-up about it on the radio.
This is for relaxation. I need it today!
Uh it's freezing here at work. I have my office heater on 'high' but I'm still cold. I hate that. I can't believe it's already started that I have to turn my office heater on.
I try not to blog until after lunch because in the mornings when I get in to work, all I want to do is b**** about traffic. Who wants to read days and days worth of me b****ing about traffic? I don't even want to write about it. Therefore I try and make my entries around lunchtime that way my boiling hatred for the day's traffic has passed and I can make a blog entry without mentioning how horrible the traffic was and how much the morons of this wretched state can't drive. See? Makes perfect sense.
Since they took my favorite radio program off the air I listen to talk radio in the mornings. It's kinda good because they do that traffic report every 10 minutes, but the radio station I listen to is obsessed with football. Well, all of Arkansas is obsessed with football. Football and hunting. That's all they care about. I'm not kidding. I'm so sick of it I could scream.
Yesterday on my way home from work, I let this car merge in front of me and it was laden with bumper stickers. One said "My boss is an Austrian Painter" and another said "Beware of ZOG".
This is for relaxation. I need it today!


















