Thinking

I got a wicked bad paper cut today. It hurt with such intensity that the pain drove me to cry out "Oh buddy!" which is what I say when I am in pain apparently. It made me realize that I am very lucky that I don't have a job repossessing cars or cage fighting cause I don't think I would get much respect from my peers.

Things I like

The tracks made on carpet by vacuum machines. When I didn't own a vacuum for longer than I feel good about telling people, I would sometimes try to make my carpet look cleaner by dragging my foot across the floor. Let me just tell you it was not the same. I must have the authentic thing by gosh - what can I say I am just classy like that.