Well up for another boring day. That means a shower, breakfast, take my dog out and then get back in get on the computer and bore myself with nothing to do except try and type myself some kind of joke to make me laugh. I also watch those lucky people going to work somewhere, and I wish I was one of them. I'm next to a window and I can see everything that goes by but none of them are funny enough lately to write about. They all look like deadbeats like some dead thing that a dog or cat would drag in. I hate them all because they get to go to work and I don't, the lucky bastards.. One thing I know for sure,recently there was a holiday here and the next morning I could tell the ones that really celebrated because they were dragging their feet going to work and it was easy to tell they just didn't feel like going.