Friday July 20, 2007

I'm weary of the heat, tired of hearing about it, tired of the same small talk about it. I think I'm going mad from the sun. Everyone has been lovely today. Don't remember the last time I made it through eight hours without thinking someone was a dick. Even the phone customers were pleasant and I would go as far to say they were a joy. Maybe this is what the dawn of Armageddon feels like. Food tastes good again. I think the situation with the meds is all figured out. Now if I could figure out the in-laws and the lethargic spouse everything would be golden. I have gotten up for the 5th and final time while typing this entry. Time to give it up.