johnnyfive

Ya know that part in Charlotte's Web when the goose says
"Flibbity Ibbity Giblets"? For some reason I can't get that
out of my head and keep saying it outloud as I work. Of
course I have been working for 12hrs and 17min and still
have an hour left. I am dead tired.
The best thing about work is being able to lurk here while
I get paid. In fact, the internet is down at my house so
I can only lurk here when I'm at work.
I hate fires. They freak me out, I think; or maybe I'm
scared of them. Oh and pyromaniacs, but I guess they
go hand in hand, huh?
13hrs away from home; my dog is gonna be pissed!
I'll have to pick up some puppytreats on the way home.
I feel so guilty when he's alone that long. I know he'll
piss and shit; and I don't mind cleaning it up (I have tile
floors) and I don't punish him for anything....anything!
But, man, when I'm gone that long I feel like it breaks
his heart, and in turn mine. It reminds me of a funny
comic strip that said, "If one human year equals seven
dog years, then eight human hours is 56 dog hours....
so of course they going crazy when you get home from
work!"