Okay, so Yahoo! weather claims it’s going to be cooler in the city today, so I wear my beloved hooded pullover (no, not that Old Navy crap). I get to work and it’s like a THOUSAND degrees in here. Ugh. Yeah, this is gonna make me productive today. And to think, we didn’t even blow up the transformer outside like the last time we had to endure this mugginess.

Wonder if they call weather “muggy” because it feels like you’ve been hit it the head and robbed of all your energy? This is a lie-in-the-hammock day if I’ve ever seen one. Hmmmmm… there’s a thought. Maybe I’ll bring my hammock in to work. I’ll just request a laptop and I’m set. The ergo guys would freak.

Is there really anything as inspiring as the singing of William Shatner? I think not.

Then again, Lou Monte is starting to gain on him with that Christmas Donkey. Jingety jing!

Whew. I can finally take the “Free Downey!” bumpersticker off my car. Gives me a place to put my shiny new “Free Range Chicken!” bumpersticker.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, how much is a picture with words in it worth?

Off for home I go, where my new Clerks DVD awaits my return. And then… sleep… wonderful sleep. I’m so tired at this point that I feel like I’m going to meet Tyler Durden at any second. My goal tonight? The computer is staying OFF. We’ll see how I do.

I’m in sort of a funk today, so I haven’t been posting much. I took a look at the power bloggers list and it looks like I’m not the only one. Wonder what’s going on in the world today?

I just love it when I find exceedingly useful information out here…

You know, some days I just love reading my horoscope:

“You’re having a particularly hard time communicating with almost everyone around you. Now may be the time to escape a little; perhaps check out some new QuickTime videos or tune out to RealAudio sounds.”

WOO HOO!! I finally have an excuse! It’s in the stars! Don’t believe me?

Yes boys and girls, it’s migraine time. It’s feeling like someone’s been trying to scrape my brain out of my skull with a melonballer. Make that a dull melonballer. Luckily I haven’t hit the puking-and-hate-the-world phase. I’m still in the plain ol’ hate-the-world part. It’s not too bad if I don’t do any strenuous activity like, oh say BREATHING. Ow – those capitals hurt.

On the brighter side, my ice hockey team had its first victory last night – a 7-1 win. What can I say? When we decide to win, we decide to win. Winning is good.

I’ve just noticed something unusual and felt that I should tell you people, just in case I’m never heard from again. There is a tape dispenser sneaking up on me. Somehow, it’s crawled up to the top of the cubicle and seems to be rather close to me. In fact… I think it’s a little closer than it was a few minutes ago. This is rather worrisome, since I’ve only had three Cokes so far today. I think I’ll need a couple more before I can reach my prime escape speed.

If you don’t hear from me soon, look for a fat tape dispenser with an evil look about it.