i have worked where i work some two and a half years. i drink a lot of soda. the soda machine is in the warehouse/garage, and for at least two of these years, every single time i walked through the warehouse, i would be startled by scary warehouse guy. i’m not sure what he is or why he’s an armless torso and a head on a pedastal, i think maybe he’s for punching? i don’t know, but i finally got to the point where i remember not to gasp audibly as i’m walking through the darkened warehouse.
in other news, i had a dream, and posted it, at least the last part right before the doorbell rang and i was late getting up to get my son dressed for the babysitter.
i have one out of context i could not resist:
?We feel that the white sock/leather clog combination is an abomination in the sight of Our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. We are enacting His wrath.? – dooce.com
it is friday. things will probably get really weird from here on out.