I should be doing something else, but I got dragged into the black hole that is the internet. My excuse is that I came here for a cup of Kawfeee, just like I like it, with vanilla and lots of steamed milk. Then I found that Iris is working here. She created a myspace page for YJ's and she asked for pictures. So me wanting to try out the EVDO card in a new locale opened up the ibook and started internetting away. That got me into flickr and then to kill more time I started mapping some of my photos including this one. So I put this pic on the map of me killing time right now, which by the time this is read it will not be now but later, which later then will be now, but that is in the future. So RIGHT NOW I'm killing time instead of doing the millions and billions of tasks that I should be doing and any moment my wife will be calling me and axing me what I'm doing and I'll tell her "I'm at YJ's," to which she'll respond by rolling her eyes (yes I will be able to hear her rolling her eyes on the phone) and she''ll exclaim "with all the stuff you should be doing you are at YJ's?" And I'll say "yeah" and the whole coversation will degrade from there except to say that she will ax me what I'm doing for lunch and I'll feel obliged to do something with her for lunch and then half the day will be gone so I better stop doing this and start doing something more productive but this is relaxing and after woiking all weak long I like doing this and I brag I'm making YJ's famous just by sitting here doing this (not really) but it's only and excuse as I would be doing this anyway and now I have an EVDO card I could be doing this anywhere. Well if you are bored enough you are reading all of this later, and not now, and I am older hand haven't done a GADDAMN THING so I guess I better get bizzy.
Yep, she called. Right at 11:33. And yep, it went exactly as predicted. So, If I am so gosh darned smart and all, and I apparently know my wife real well, why can't I just avoid the whole train wreck thingie by just doing what I'm supposed to? Hmmmm, things that make you go hmmmm...... (another plattitude).
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