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The most exciting part of my day: I spelled parenthesis correctly for someone.

Impressive - I know

The most un-exciting part of my day was the treacherous drive into work. I really hate having to drive so far, so quickly (which is really my fault for waking up so late). I left my house at 8:25 am (late) and I had to be at work (Livonia) and in a meeting that starts at 9:00am. I got to work at 9:02am, ran into the meeting room and the lights were off - no one around. The meeting was cancelled.

So - I rushed to work so fast that I didn't eat anything, for nothing - And I really don't have all that much to do today.

But I'm a good speller (not really)


"I've developed a new philosophy . . . I only dread one day at a time." - C.Brown

I think that I am going to start taking more advice from Charlie

Crash (Into Someone Else)

Today, On my lovley drive to work in the midst of a million idioits, my truck was rear-ended by a snowplow truck. We pulled over and got out to inspect the damage. My bumper was bent in, the plastic top popped off and their were two dents and paint was scrapped off. Now in my experience with bad luck - I've learned that you HAVE TO make a police report for your insurance company if you plan on making a claim. I said this to the guy( Who look like he was maybe 17 years old) and he acted as if I was crazy and that this minor damge did not require a police report. I then asked to see his insurance card and I took all of his info, his insurance card did say just call in the damage if nobody was injured.

If you know me at all, then you can only imagne how I treated this guy because not once ( until the very end when he was getting into his truck) did he say "sorry" or act as if he was at falt. For instance, he asked for a pen, and I found one and I threw it at him. As hard as I could( ok, maybe not as hard as I could).

I'm going to stop ranting because my hands are shaking from being so mad at this guy.

Sleepless in Southgate

If you are going to plan on reading this b-word for any extended amount of time, you are going to have to get used to the fact that I have a sleeping problem and that I will whine about it alot. Tonight is another one of those nights where I just can't seam to "be tired" and at 10:00 am tomorrow, I will be a very useless person.

I find myself listening to music to try and aid sleep but that turns into more thought, thus no sleep. Video games, of course, they don't help either. Pop Tarts, unfortunately, no help at all. 

Thinking about the fact that there is a tomorrow and there will be tasks tomorrow that will have to be accomplished and trying to prioritize those tasks now and wondering about what I will wear in the morning and if I will have a salad for lunch or an omelet or if that sound outside is a stray dog or an intruder trying to break into my house or if I will be killed by the incredibly uneducated Michigan drivers on my way to work - these things keep me awake and plague me every night.