My blog appears to be back to normal now. At least I hope so. It was getting frustrating when I saw the message saying I didn't have permission to view my own blog. Probably some kind of psychological experiment.
Hmm...what to say? :) Pretty much nothing that oughta be said.
Here's something. Sometimes I take regular song lyrics and change them to fit a theme. One day the theme was people who don't wash their hands after they use the restroom. The song Brown Sugar became Brown Finger. Yeah, I know. Disgusting. But there was this guy at work who never washed his hands after he went and everyone on the floor knew about it because the other guys talked about it. We all made sure we weren't behind him in line on pot luck days.
Anyway, I was looking for a copy of it, but I guess I decided it was mean and deleted it. Dang guilty conscience.
So today I was informed that someone has compiled a list of guys in the LR office who don't wash their hands. I wonder if those guys knew they were on a list if it would shame them into being more sanitary.
I think I'm getting bronchitis. I know. Totally random thought, but what did you expect from me? It's what I do. I should probably be taking more medicine, but I despise medicine. Swallowing pills just isn't my forte. They should make all medications available in the form of a shot. Get it all over in one sitting. No gagging on pills.
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