  Happy Wednesday. Another day at the salt mines, or more like sludge pits. It's another day with my half assed computer, since Mr. I.T.
is lacking in the 'T' department. I'm just going to deal with it, and shut up. It's almost painful to watch him fumbling around, plugging and unplugging. Rebooting and sighing. I should just research it here, and fix it myself. I think part of his "I Don't Care" attitude is that he dosen't know.
Ants have returned to the kitchen. They probably came to higher ground because of all the rain, yuk, yuk. I put boric acid where they are, and hopefully they'll take some back to their little ant buddies, and share the death, er, wealth. The Stooges wanted to stick their noses in the stuff, so I set up barriers with the water jugs so they wouldn't. Morons. Stacey IMed last night and told me she has to work late Friday, so it'd be best if I'd wait til Saturday to come down.
YEESSSSS!!! I didn't want to drive thru that crazy 70>470>95 Beltway shit on a Friday night anyway. It's a better thing when I leave early, early, early in the am for trips like that. I'm thinking I'll come back up 95, and maybe, just maybe sleaze into the IKEA on the way home. Killing two birds with one stone. Weird dream this morning: Sitting at the intersection of Trindle Rd and 15 in Camp Hill.
Looking toward Lemoyne (but there were way more trees around) when several planes flew overhead. I thought to myself, "Wow, look at those big planes, they're flying low" then one of the planes nosedived into Lemoyne. Big orange explosions, and lots of flames. Then I looked right, and bombs were falling, more explosions. I forced myself awake. It was very weird, but I remember thinking in the dream, "Holy Shit, Wheres Dad?
" and "Mom is going to freak! " Yeah, yeah, is there someone to sue for delayed post traumatic stress disorder? Lmao. I've never seriously considered suing anyone. Theres a lesson in that dream: Don't turn off the snooze for the third time, get yo' ass outta bed! Its off to do Pilates. It's only Wednesday. Good Lord. Kind of takes the fun out of work without the good old computer to mess around on all day. I'll be nice, and do the book that Brooooce brought out. I'd hate to cut into Trixie's forum time.
She might miss out on some critical time talking about farts and underwear with her husband. Hey alright, my first blog post. Cue the music! Hopefully it'll get better from here! 
