Things continue to be pretty lame this week which is hard to pull off when pretty much every week is lame. But, it's sadly things that are far beyond my reach even if I weren't in Iraq. What can I do? Why am I being forced to fail my children?
In other news I am a Robot. But contrary to popular belief not the cool, coldly logical one sent from the future to kill Sarah Connor. More akin to the cute wind up ones that you crank up and let walk into walls. Pretty fitting metaphor methinks. Look at my big shiny Turnkey. Non slip grips. Just yank and twist. WHEEEEE!!! There he goes!
Lately I've been smoking again which bums me out. I was pretty pleased about quitting and am rather disappointed that I have pseudo started up again. I'm working through quitting again. We'll see how that goes. Today (being 0300..) will find me with a cup of coffee in hand hoping that no one else is in my head. And if you are.... Get Evicted.
"Have a good time, but don't get into my head."
And with so little time remaining I'm off to start the coffee pot and while cursing no sleep in 48 hours am thankful I won't be drinking this cup in 140 degree heat as it's about 0245 right now. So goodnight to you folks who are headed to bed and good morning to those leaving it.
"This one, this one right here. This was MY dream, MY wish. And it didn't come true. So I'm taking it back. I'm taking them all back. "
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