watching files stream by in a compile window. listening to Artful Dodger. tired, but sleep is on the horizon soon. of course sooner than that is the wonderful drive home avoiding the rather nasty traffic that was reported to me on I-4. hoping that the trip home at least has e-mail for me that will ease my tired eyes while straining them at the same time. and you thought that you pulled some hours. of course, compared to some of the crazy cats here in the office, i really don't work at all.
gave my dad a little talking to today. you see, he failed to call me back on a couple of occations over the last few days. it is always interesting when you can participate in a little role reversal for the hell of it. of course all of the grief that i gave him was in jest, but it was thought provoking all the same. what if we all, at least once a week or so, did something like this. for example, a police officer pulls you over and when you he asks "Do you know how fast you were going?", you reply with "Do you know how fast YOU were going?" of course if this lands your ass in jail, pass the blame to someone else.