Saturday, March 27, 2004
I am engaging in a brief respite from thinking about algebra and straightening the house. I went to bed around two-thirty this morning, but I woke up around six-thirty, tossing and turning until Debbie came in at nine-thirty requesting my chauffeur services.at 11:55 AM
After I dropped Debbie off at TGIFriday's, Subway beckoned me falsely; I tried the door, but 'twas locked shut against my patronage. I walked back to the Buick, looked at the clock, and saw that it was five till ten. Then I became irate as I realized some schmuck probably saw me try the door, and he or she decided against opening a measly five minutes early to give me a fucking sandwich, because I was fucking hungry.
For forcing me to use profanity on my weblog (I avoid vulgarity when possible... sort of...), I will boycott Subway for the duration of one week. That'll teach 'em.
