So I declare that today is a good day. Some may be wondering why I would say this. Especially those who know what I did today which is haul sand and fertilizer, go back to sleep, then have the most disturbing dreams for about two hours. The first one concerned people from grade school that not only did I not talk to then, I haven't seen in years.

Then this was really fun.

I tried to wake up at 11 am. Decided I was just going to hit the snooze button for an hour. Each snooze whack gives me 9 minutes of silence before the snooze goes off again. Each nine minute segment was a different vivid dream. One about an exgirlfriend, one about my brother in law, a recap dream of the one from people from gradeschool and then a couple other ones I don't remember. It was a weird, but fun, morning.

Then I washed windows for two hours. Just like yesterday. Although yesterday I didn't get to go out on the roof to wash the windows, just got to play with a ladder that I totally almost killed myself on. Alright, this is only a nine foot ladder, but I used it over a set of concrete stairs. Almost fell. And then after that, I had to redo it anyway because I suck at washing windows. I'm hoping that when the moms checks out todays work, she gets blinded by the sun or something. I really don't want to go back out on that roof. It didn't sound like it enjoyed supporting my fat ass.

Tomorrow is gonna be storm windows and screens day. Its sad, I hate doing these windows, but its better than sitting on my butt watching the clock move. UGH.

As Other Pat likes to yell at other drunks in Champaign ,"Get a JOB". Interesting note, three people on this blog, two are students and two have jobs. Guess who still doesn't have a fucking job. That's right, the person who looks for a job full time.

Somedays, no matter how good the day, I hate my life.
- posted by Pat @ 2:55 PM