3/1/07

As our friends across the pond might say, “Corh! Blimey, I’m knackered!” I had to run a cable across the ceiling in the office of a Hairpiece of Considerable Size this morning and it wiped me out. I'm too used to sitting on my ass all day. Anyhoo, it is now 1410 h and I'm just now getting started talking to y'all. Of course now I have nothing to say. I met with Gregg last night to take him the titles to the brown 210 and Cave In. We went and ate steak at Hoffbrau and talked about nothing for a while. Um, yeah, that’s about all I have to report. Seriously, I've got nothing. John and I are going to the shop tonight and I'd like to install the fuel pump and get it and the fan wired in. How many times can someone use the word “and” in a sentence? I'm not going to try and (dang, there it is again) do anything about it though. Speaking of “and,” have you ever noticed how many songs start with that word? Ok, so I can only think of two examples right now, one is the Beatles’ song “My Love” and the other is that one I heard last night but can’t remember now, but I'm sure there are more. See, I told you I've got nothing. Ok, I'm going to spare y'all any more of this drivel and just call it a short rant.