Big, brown, and rough.

Sunday began with trying to put my glasses on, and upon retracting the ear flaps - noticing that I was now holding half of my glasses in either hand. The bridge over the nose had split down the middle. Just before arriving at work I stopped off at the drug store and bought some Krazy glue - then reset the glasses in the office. An hour later they were back on my schnoz - thereby avoiding the nerdy masking tape, and allowing me to view every wrinkle upon the walking dead who had come to feast upon the pot pies at just after 5 o'clock. There's a little bubble of glue over the crack - but a nail file will probably shimmy that right up. None of the waitresses had one handy. Mom always had a nail file in her purse. They were big, brown, and rough.

I had a dream about the broken dryer last night. One in which the model number was clearly legible - thereby annihilating the first obstacle in my path towards resurrecting the blowhard. Unfortunately - when I awoke -- reality reared.

I've added a number of sites who'd been hanging around in my aggregator to the blogroll - which I plan on shaping up in the next few days. Three days where I don't have to go to work. Odd. Figured it'd be nice to let those people know I knew they existed. I then went ahead and added a few more sites to the aggregator - which is now up to 139 feeds. They'll probably wind up in the revised links.

Perhaps I'll work on the site design as well. Star's boobies are starting to bore me. Then again - maybe I'll just concentrate on my:

resume. rocking. relaxing. reading.