The Obscure

Another morning come, another evening gone.
Welcome, one and all, to the incongruent ravings of the inferior mind. Tomorrow I start training for my new job, and next Monday I start work. That will be rewarding. Financially, of course.
I think I am supposed to go to work later on today, but it is pretty snowy out so I do not want to drive there. I will call later to find out what is up, hopefully it's closed or something. Of course, it most definitely won't be closed, but what's wrong with wishing, wight? Heh, alliteration.

I got some new computer stuff the other day, so once again my room is stuffed full of useless crap. I almost got one of them running, but it turned out that there was a small corruption on ONE of the files I was uploading, so it all fell apart. Now, I have to put together another set of boot-disks. I lose so many disks that way.

I need a car, really badly. As it is, when I go to training at work, on Tuesday, I am going to have to ride a bike there. Unless I sleep over Tim's house.
This coffee tastes really funny, I don't think I'm going to drink anymore of it. Maybe our milk is bad.

I am really cold. We just installed a new thermostat in my house, so I turned it up a bit. Perhaps the heat will make me warmer, but who's to say, really?
I can't find my favorite hat, I lent it to Lena and now it's gone! A man without his hat is like a death without a funeral: Sacriligious.
Gad I'm COLD!
Well, that exhausts my ability to write about things without actually thinking about anything, so I will leave you all now. Sorry I could not post more, I am sure you are all very upset by it.

*Edit*
I guess Hunter S. Thomspon killed himself last night, shot himself in the head. What a terrible thing, too many counter-culture icons have died in these past few years. It's a tragedy.