satsujin

I got a shot in the arm today. It was awesome and hurt like a sonofabeech. No, it wasn't an opiate, but it was a super-death-hell-migraine-destroyer. It worked for about 3 hours.

I had an interesting conversation at work today. Apparently, it's incredibly difficult to convince someone why it's unsanitary to return an opened bottle of lubricant.

Another conversation that amused me was the assault on my refusal to wash my car. My two word reply wasn't enough to illustrate my futile attempts to end the cycle: clean. bird shit. dirty. clean. bird shit. dirty.

"So, have you thought about washing your car? That's getting out of control, man."
" ... Power lines."

Mental note: Not everyone has the privilege of covered parking, let alone can park beneath an open space of sky sans the stretch of electricity providing hundreds of birds bathroom stops a year. At this rate, I will likely become an expert in the digestive processes captured in bird crap via size and most importantly color. I assume red is not good -- particularly on my windshield.

Wish me luck on my volleyball tournament. Tonight is the championship game in my co-ed league. I plan on making a few boys cry.