I miss the adrenaline rush of waking up in the morning, going to work, and giving myself 45 minutes to compile a decent blog entry. This afternoon/evening situation (brought to you by FIREWALL — creation of Satan!) results in some * AHEM * lesser topics on offer for discussion.
For example, in this entry, I shall offer some random thoughts on the maintenance done in my apartment today, while I was at work:
Damn, it smells funny in here…
Hey…they didn’t do ANYTHING in the bedroom! I spent all those sweaty minutes this morning dusting under the bed for NOTHING!
OOOOH! New tiles in the bathroom! So nice and white and shiny!
ARRGH! Messy floors and counter in the bathroom! Those dirty son-of-a-bitches! And what in name of perdition is THAT LUMP of white shit in my garbage can?!?!
Swiffer…thank god for Swiffer…mutter as I Swiffer and vacuum and mop…DAMN my obsessive/compulsive-death to germs-Polish ubringing!
That’s what blogging in the afternoon results in: utter gobshite!
I was forced to clean it…it’s somehow poetic that I respond by writing
it as well. 
