No "April Fools" today please.

Maeby: That Steve sure knows how to please a lady.

George Michael: Good. I was hoping he would be gifted sexually. I guess it makes sense, you know, older guys expect certain things.

Maeby: They do?

George Michael: What a fun, sexy time for you.

We kept at it until 2:45am, everyone got a couple hours sleep and worked on it all day until finally it was over at 3:30pm

I'm fuckin' pooped.

So I'm sitting at the bar having a couple pints around 7:30 and it's work calling telling me Moline is down. I finished my drink and went into the office...I'm still working.

Still not sure if it's the telco or the hardware at this point. Poor Lowell had to drive an hour to get to the site and I'm waiting for him to get there. On the plus side, it gave me an opportunity to drive home and work from here in my pajamas.

Oh shit, I remember a dream from last night.

There was a tree full of squirrels that were looking into my bedroom window as I woke up. It was more comforting than the terrifying image it should have been. I remember telling them good morning and getting up. That's it, it appears that my dreams suck.

Mmmm Mmmm

Next time you go to the store pick me up some NASCAR bacon.

http://www.tastetheexcitement.com

No blog yesterday. Out of town.

Today I'm tired, so tired that I just don't care.

If you'd like to read more about Mexican rock music take a look at this site:

http://www.maph49.galeon.com/avandaro/ingles/avandaroa.html

This immigration issue is sure a sticky wicket.

I'm torn on many aspects of this. Maybe the answer will come to me in a dream tonight and I will quickly forget the answer when I wake up.

Ack, I've got to fix the switch that's all buggered up from experimentation.

Do you really want those recliners?

I'm not helping you get them in your apartment.

thanks for that latin cd homer.

I don't have the slightest idea what you meant by that.

I'm going to eat waffles now.

The Wily Woo's

I like dogs.

Cats make me sneeze.