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This morning I had to go shoot a tactical pistol course. I would have been fun, but my knee was fucking killing me from getting hit on my bike yesterday. I made it through the course and went back to my office. I start to review some contracts then I get a call. I have to go do an investigation because two fucking knuckleheads beat the shit out of each other and one of them is in the hospital. The beating he took left him blind in one eye. O.K. Just one fucking normal day. So then I am on my way to a meeting around 5pm and I get a call from my building. They tell me that they lost a Boa Constrictor on my floor and they think its in my apartment. Now I in a meeting and all I can think of is some big ass snake hanging out in my palce. I get home and I am looking everywhere. Im thinking if that motherfucker is in my laundry I am going to shit my pants.

I never found him!

I am ever going to have one fucking normal day.

Listening to: Mike Ness (Cheating at Solitare)
Looking: over my shoulder for a fucking snake
Going to do some laundry. Watch some crazy fucking midget jumps out of the washing machine when I get there. The way things go with me I wouldn't doubt it.