The theme is: I have no life.
2004-07-20,

While paging through Weetabix�s 2002 archive, I found this little gem:

��When I went through the seafood section, I realized there was a full scale battle of epic proportions happening in the lobster tank. Back and forth, the two largest crustaceans threatened each other with their banded claws, taking turns at thwapping a cocky antenna in the others face. The little spinneret�s grappling for purchase as they trod upon more docile seafood, whose tails were curled in submission. It was like West Side Story, only with seafood. I started to hum �When you�re a crab, you�re a crab all the way from your first tangled net �til you�re Friday Buffet.�

I laughed so hard I almost turned blue.

My life is non-existent this week. No life at all, just working and commuting.

The both of us were so wiped last night we could barely feed ourselves. Then I did another early passing out in the recliner, about 9ish.

I was able to do a couple of things last night�don�t get me wrong. We watched the John Landis-directed documentary �Slasher�, about a car liquidation specialist. Major �D.A.�s in that movie, as it happens at a car dealer. This one old guy named Clarence, the sales manager, was a Delbert Alert if I ever saw one. Just Daddy warmed over, with extra drawl.

Anyway, of course I had to take the DVD back, as it was due by midnight. And I had the usual stuff I have to do, like lay out my clothes, and wash and re-set the coffee things.

And I got Spouse�s XM stuff pulled together, for his rebate/slash/free thing. Addressed and stamped and ready to send. (If I didn�t, it would never happen.)

Today, I had to attend one of my company�s all-employee meetings. Now they never have these unless they are laying someone off, but they have no clue that some of their employees are smart enough to figure this out. Whatever. I get out of as many of these as I can, but today I got stuck going. Ninety minutes on an impossibly hard wooden chair, listening to impossibly dull bean counters drone on monotonously. Oh, yeah. That was fun.

Otherwise, a lot of processing, abortive attempts to create documentation, and reading Weet to try to stay awake.

Oh--and I scheduled a chair massage for 11:00 tomorrow.

Current Reading:

�Live From New York: An Uncensored History of Saturday Night Live, as Told By Its Stars, Writers and Guests�, by James A. Miller and Tom Shales. The title tells it all. Interesting book. Lesson learned: Lorne Michaels is the asshole of all time.

�Splendora�, by Edward Swift. The geeky bliss moment book. Re-reading for the first time in twenty years or more. Probably more. It seems a lot meaner in spirit now. Wonder why?