Damn some days feel better than others.

Damn some days feel better than others.
By matt
Thursday, April 03, 2003
I really do the look in the mirror crap and say you are getting better an better every day. Yeah and pigs fly out of my ass.

Damn some days feel better than others. Work was very challenging as to trying to maintain production and put out a quality job at the same time. Federal and State laws affect the production of what I do on a daily basis by "protecting the provider and subscriber", In the mean time we move at a snails pace under the weight of new paper that needs produced with every transaction. Oh well this is my site after all and I get to moan and bitch all I want. Well any way the days go fast due to need to keep on your toes while you do your work.

As always I thank you for bearing with me and reading my tripe. I have had a busy week all in all. I kinda bit off a little more than I could chew on Monday, I came home very ill and went right to bed @ 11:30 am and slept non stop till 5:00 am. Hmm that would be 17 1/2 hours of sleep. And I needed every minute of it. Can I sleep when I am sick or what. I think I need to go to the Dr. and get a shot for spring allergies! YUCK, Snot, fever, tissues and sleep is all I have this time of the year.

We, Marsha and I did the lawn and some yard work after coming home from work. I ran the mile after mile run with my battery operated mower and Marsha did the raking to get the mulch back in the beds where it belongs. Than was a fat 2 hours of ball busting work!. Marsha cleaned the front bed where all our peonies and such are at for about an hour, those damn leaves get every where.

After trying to cool down with the garden house by drinking that Ice Cold Tasty Garden House water, MMM MMMmmm. I was up to getting dinner ready. Made Oven fried potato wedges and sun dried tomato Italian sausage with onions, garlic, olive oil and seasonings. A hit if you ask me.

Well I am up kinda late to I gotta hit the freaking hay and saw some logs.

TTFN.

Matt Is a dreary work a day slob who hopes for that one moment of joy that pulls him out of mankinds wallow and gets me the winning of the lottery. That would just about do it.