It's that time of the month again (no, not the time that starts with a "p", the time that starts with an "o"!), the time when I am completely annoyed by all of mankind.

Of course, yesterday was a fairly irritating day, so it's the whole chicken and egg thing--am I annoyed because the day was so annoying, or would these things have all rolled off my back if I wasn't, you know, the "o" word.

Thank goodness for Nutter Butters.

First off, I had to get to work early yesterday because of the Sam French, and I was so proud of myself that I got up at 7.45a (after only pressing snooze five times!) and left the house at 8.25a, and since it's a 40 minute commute to work, I figured that I'd get there at 9a on the nose!

Ha! And let me say that again, ha!

Since I never travel at rush hour, it didn't occur to me how much longer it would make it. After about seven vans passed by, full to the gills, though, I had an inkling.

Finally caught a Jersey Transit bus, which is 15¢ more than the van, and I had to stand all the way into the city, and go all the way into the Port Authority, because the bus won't drop passengers on 9th Ave. So when I got out of the van it was already 9a!

Walked to work, stopping at McDonald's on the way, and got there around 9.30a. So much for being there at 9a, though everyone was quite impressed at my earliness.

Remember my mouse problem from yesterday?

I sat down at my desk and the mouse was fine and the keyboard was fine, but the monitor was fuzzy!

I went to Systems and said "My monitor is fuzzy" and they laughed hohoho and patted me on the head and told me that it was alright to work on for awhile and they'd get to it really soon, so I worked on it for an hour, developed a really juicy headache and threatened to start a killing spree, and then they finally fixed it.

It was too late, though, the headache lasted for the rest of the day.

Then was the Sam French, which was not as irritating as over the weekend, but only because it wasn't anything like as long!

This one director of this one play, entitled "Assholes" was such a stone bitch, that not only did the usher, Kimberly Kelly, hiss at me that her stupid play was well-named, but as said stupid play was going on, neither Sharon nor I hushed people in the lobby!
I practically told them to talk louder!

Apparently, the show sucked pud, too.

Found out about this hilarious thing people are doing from Wally

You see, it's time for People Magazine's 50 Most Beautiful People again, and there is a groundswell on the net to write-in vote for Hank the Angry, Drunken Dwarf!

When I voted yesterday, the Hank standings were as follows:

1.Hank the Angry, Drunken Dwarf, 57459 votes
13.Hank the Angry, Drunken Dwarf , 797
15.Hank the angry, drunken dwarf, 555
16.Hank the Angry Drunken Dwarf, 512
17.Hank, the Angry, Drunken Dwarf, 477
20.hank the angry, drunken dwarf, 311

I think the difference between the first and second Hanks is a space after the word Dwarf in the second one. Anyway, number two was that fella who has yet to grow hair on his balls, whatsisname DiCaprio, at around 5000, so Hank was over ten times better!

If you want to help skew the results, go here. But notice the difference spelling, punctuation and capitalization make? Be sure to spell it the #1 way without a space after the word Dwarf!

One year ago today:
Somewhere in my house is a melting rotting beef chop.

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