friday gets short

This week was pretty lame. The only excitement I've had is peeling the dried skin from the sunburn. I can stand in front of that mirror for hours and just peel and peel some more. What is it with peeling sunburned skin that is so amusing? If I only I could go to the bathroom here at work and peel.

Plans are finally made for The Beach Trip 2008. I just now officially gave it a title. If the other people going on the trip don't like then they don't have to go. Or they can politely email me an even better name. I like The Beach Trip 2008, it tells exactly what it is in a nice short title. No confusion here.

HR Lady's floor plan proposal for our new office was accidentally leaked out. I didn't like it so I changed it for my own personal comfort. Gave myself a TV, sofa, two leather chairs, and a green plant for the corner. I think more work will be done in a more efficient manner now. Her small cubical for me was out of the question. Now I need some guts to go show her. She scares me.

How long is a Martian year?

Last entry's answer was Coco Puffs.

that ball of fire in the sky hurts

Who knew that the sun was so harmful. All day Saturday I was at the pool and soon after I began to understand why it was a bad idea, oh well got to live up to the motto. That's right, sun's out, guns out. That's my new motto I learned from someone not as cool as me. He could never beat me up so I can publish that statement. After basking in the Houston heat all afternoon I soon realized that I'm not the same kid from the years past that never wore sunscreen. I am in pain right now. Have been now since Saturday evening. My skin color is no longer a beautiful human hue but more that of a red crayon. I radiate heat. After a shower I don't even need a towel. The water can't wait to escape my presence, it prefers the steam state. Mirrors fog over when I walk into a restroom. Ice doesn't stand a chance in my cup. I am flat out hot and sick of it.

I bought an iron and an ironing board yesterday. I even ironed my underwear last night.

We just punked someone. It took about 1 week but it finally worked. The vacant computer that suspenders left has an awesome sound system connected to it. Large speakers, sub, even more awesome speakers. So last week or so I turned up the volume all they in hopes that some peon would come around and turn the computer on like on that video. You know, the start up noise one. Over here. Well anyways, it worked. Totally freaked the computer tech out. I laughed.

I've slacked on this. I'm sorry people. I'm sorry friends. I'm sorry President Bush.

Last night I wanted to cry. The sunburn began producing large volumes of itch everywhere. Approximately 12:12 I woke up with some itch being dispersed across my chest and back. Nothing a little aloe can't fix....I don't think so, this Banana Boat "aloe" crap made it worse! The itch spread and then morphed into pain. Pills did't help, cold shower did nothing, neither did that manly smelling body wash. The pain wouldn't quit. I felt like throwing something at my mirror but that would probably make things worse. So what'd I do, I had mom sooth me to calmness with her sweet words. Thanks Mom. Thanks Special Friend for sweet words when mom had to sleep.

What breakfast cereal was Sonny the Cuckoo Bird "cuckoo for"?

Last entry's answer was 5.