Friday
I was supposed to have the day off, and ended up working from home all day. At what point did work take highest rating spot in my life? When will what I enjoy get more time than that which I don’t?

Saturday
I was thinking that it was odd and slightly cool that a carload of girls was so into Star Wars that they yelled, “3P0!” out the window at the #1GF! and me. “Oh that’s nice” the #1GF! said sarcastically. Knowing that the #1GF! doesn’t like Star Wars, but doesn’t hate it enough to get offended by the mere mention of C3P0, I asked “Wait, what did they yell?”

“Eat Me Out. What did you think they said?”

Sunday
I went out on my porch to read the housing section and I somehow started talking to the woman downstairs. As a pretty anti-social guy, I found it pretty interesting that we talked for an hour. Even more amazing was that the #1GF! came out and we all talked for another 2. You have no idea how much people will tell me about their lives, and how little I will provide them about myself.

Monday
Jerry Springer presented me with this point to ponder: What will the woman do for a face when the dog calls to get his ass back? I guess only Jerry and the dog know for sure.

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