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01-05-2005, 09:32 PM
So, where to begin my tale of woe?
I'm stuck down here in the lovely city of Gregory, Texas on indefinite assignment away from my wife and daughter until further notice only to return home on weekends (Luckily, we work 4/10 out here in the field).
I tweaked my sciatic nerve and my hip feels like there's an iron rod at an obtuse angle rubbing against my spine (But the interesting numbness in the front of my thigh is a bonus).
My dinner this evening consisted of a "Fresh Express" salad in a disposable bowl with Starkist Hickory Smoked tuna "pieces" thrown in for taste.
I've finished a bottle of Little Penguin Shiraz and coupled it with a few "Simply Sleep" tabs in the hope I'll sleep through the night (But, there's remanats of a six pack of Lone Star tall boys in the mini fridge, so that's all good).
My laptop caught the sniffles while I was in the home office, and if I could find out who the sorry bastard who invented "Cool Search" and annoying hijacking of my browser to listen to some skank drone on and on about a diet patch is, I would revel with glee watching them succomb to to asphyxiation whilst I tightly gripped their throat.
So, my trouble is, do I watch Mel Gibson drive fast and smack the shit out of nomad bikers in "Mad Max", or, do I watch the ever so scrumptios Jennifer Garner try as hard as she can to wriggle out of her Catholic school girl outfit while kicking the fuck out of some enemy of the US on TV at the lovely Comfort Inn?
I'm stuck down here in the lovely city of Gregory, Texas on indefinite assignment away from my wife and daughter until further notice only to return home on weekends (Luckily, we work 4/10 out here in the field).
I tweaked my sciatic nerve and my hip feels like there's an iron rod at an obtuse angle rubbing against my spine (But the interesting numbness in the front of my thigh is a bonus).
My dinner this evening consisted of a "Fresh Express" salad in a disposable bowl with Starkist Hickory Smoked tuna "pieces" thrown in for taste.
I've finished a bottle of Little Penguin Shiraz and coupled it with a few "Simply Sleep" tabs in the hope I'll sleep through the night (But, there's remanats of a six pack of Lone Star tall boys in the mini fridge, so that's all good).
My laptop caught the sniffles while I was in the home office, and if I could find out who the sorry bastard who invented "Cool Search" and annoying hijacking of my browser to listen to some skank drone on and on about a diet patch is, I would revel with glee watching them succomb to to asphyxiation whilst I tightly gripped their throat.
So, my trouble is, do I watch Mel Gibson drive fast and smack the shit out of nomad bikers in "Mad Max", or, do I watch the ever so scrumptios Jennifer Garner try as hard as she can to wriggle out of her Catholic school girl outfit while kicking the fuck out of some enemy of the US on TV at the lovely Comfort Inn?