My Uncontrollable Urges![]() I
have a new addiction, one that I can barely control. When I'm alone at home I can't
stop playing with it. Before I fall asleep I find myself doing it under the
covers. It's gotten so bad that while at work I take small breaks to find an isolated
corner and whip it out for a few minutes. I do it so often that my hands have
developed calluses, and recently my wrists have begun to ache a bit from
repeated motions. Lord help me, but I simply can not stop playing with my new Nintendo DS Lite. My game of choice is Animal
Crossing: Wild World. If you've played this game, then you know just
how addicting it can be.
Moving over to the NT Admin side, I'm now being indoctrinated into the world of odd hours and system-wide rollouts. This Saturday will be my first system upgrade, which means I'll be in the office from 7am through midnight performing admin-type change controls. I'm already stocking up on diet Pepsi and my latest obsession: Butterfinger Crisps. I swear, customer service isn't what it used to be. If this ever happened to me, I think I'd blow a fuse. It's like trying to follow the assembly instructions for your new wicked-cool Ikea futon couch. The more you read it, the less it begins to make sense. May the Force be with you... (I swear, the more I watch this the funnier it gets) Posted: Thu - June 22, 2006 at 06:25 PM | |
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I had a dream last night about a dog that was made out of grass. It looked like a cross between a Bull Terrier and Labrador, and it seemed very happy. It had deep expressive eye sockets, but no eyes. It was circling me, wagging its grassy doggy tail and staring up at me with its dark grassy eyeless sockets. Green drool was dripping off its grassy tongue and onto my shoes. Slowly, it began to change color. Splotches of tan spread across its body. The grassy tail stopped wagging. It turned, and the dog made of grass walked through the gate and into my backyard, where it laid down and died. Its green body had turned to the color of wheat. Apparently unable to hold the shape of a dog any longer, it now resembled a small pile of dead grass that was slowly being blown away by the wind.
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