Typing quietly

I believe my head will explode. I can see the gray matter spewing like a steamy geyser. My head will not stop pounding, and work is so loud today. No, it's not a hangover. It's from my mixing of chemicals while cleaning. My basement flooded--just the front part not the entire room, but I swear it smells funky. So I think I did a bad thing mixing chemicals together--a bit of Lysol, threw in some bleach, added a bit of TSP (tri-sodium phosphate). It's all good...well, not really, I guess. It doesn't smell now!

I wound up having to rewash items that I had washed because my laundry basket was in the front part where it flooded. I rehung the clothes out today after re-washing them this morning. However, considering how people lost entire contents of their homes in the flooding in New Jersey, I am not about to complain over trivial nonsense.

I am planning on leaving early today and taking some of the time that was stolen from me on Friday night by my wonderful employer. I have a lot to do, with no time to do it.

Unrelated Thoughts of the Day

A coworker of mine had a hot first date with a European dark-haired male--things were so steamy that he is sending her pictures of himself in his briefs and addressing her by pet names already.  Now, I'm sorry, but I feel like breaking into the Rod Stewart song, "Some girls have all the luck."  Damn, and -10 won't even call me. WTF?  Yes, she's glowing.  Yes, she's in the same clothes that she wore yesterday.  Damn. Perhaps I should consider becoming a nun...although, there's always the Redhead (wait! am not that desperate...)

Bad writing winner:  http://www.cnn.com/2004/US/West/07/19/worst.writing.ap/index.html