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Well, it’s been a pretty normal week for me, so I suppose I should define “normal” to you. I wake up at 6 every morning with or without an alarm. I feed our “stray” cat, Dusty. We took him inside and gave him a bath and some food and he’s been sleeping on our couch ever since. Next I get the coffee going, because there is NO semi-conscious activity out of me until I’ve drank at least one pot of coffee. Coffee and aspirin: the breakfast of champions. The FDA really needs to start adding nutrients to those two things, I would probably shake less.

Then it’s off to work (woo-hoo.) Don’t ask me what I do because as soon as I punch out for the day I have a memory leak where I just forget every crap-hole thing that happened to me while I’ve been out whoring myself to corporate America. My paycheck passes through me faster than a burrito and it seems that my only financial purpose is to guide the numbers from my employer to my creditors. I’ll help stimulate the damn economy when you give me some actual money to spend! What’s up with refund checks going to those with kids only? The hillbillies of this country do NOT need another excuse to add their damaged genes to the pool. Stop reproducing you morons!

I digress as usual. It’s because I listen to the news too much at work. They play this musak there, and pump it into the back room where I really don’t need to hear it. The music itself isn’t that bad, it’s just that the four hour tape loop everyday for the past year and a half is like a Chinese water torture: the drip by itself is not painful—it’s being tied to the chair with the drip that drives me to bring a couple shotguns to work on a day when the district manager is visiting, so I can show him the numbers. Anyways, the radio: I listen to a lot of NPR turned up real loud to drown out the muzak. Normal radio has a commercial every 5 minutes, and while I’m not against advertising, I am strongly against “Stupid Radio Announcer Voice” that the dumbasses with the cash like to have represent their companies. I have been turned off of more products by their bad commercials than attracted to them. I boycott bad advertising because there's no excuse for it. Stop sucking please.

I'm not too worried about California’s quintupled car registration tax or the price of oil-for-terror (yea, YOU paid those guys to crash into the WTC) because I walk to work and back. That’s four miles worth of fat gut I’m not getting everyday.

When I finally get home, all the stuff I told myself I was going to do later while I was still trapped at work goes out the window, and I sit myself down in front of this computer and reduce myself to vegetable status. It’s a lot like you when you sit on the couch and watch TV, but at least my brain is still getting exercise, somewhat. I spend the rest of my life here: www.alaam.com where I entertain myself with a whole community of those with the same passion for excessively complicated video games.

I usually pass out at my keyboard, to wake up for more of the same tomorrow. I’m old now. Satisfied?