random thoughts
 

#1: in the shower this morning, thought of the phrase "blimey aggregator" ... wtf is that?

#2: sent an outlook meeting invitation, location "your office" and received the accept, location "your office"

I wanted to reply back "YOUR office!"

i woke up with the tune 'Let's get physical' by Olivia Newton John in my head....but the lyrics were: "let's get busily, busily"

top that shit

Pant moustache.

I had the word "Husqvarna" stuck in my head for like a month.

I've had Sacre Coeur stuck in my head for a week.

I could go home to my love
And live the life I’ve always wanted
Or I could go on running off
Into the night, lonely and haunted
And the strange thing is
I don’t know which I prefer
As I sit here and watch the sun set on Sacre Coeur

I've been wondering if my basement is wide enough to accommodate a small softair pellet gun target setup.

Where do cats go on vacation?

plinth

Did I leave the iron on?

Can I lock all my vendors in a room and leave them till they beat each other to a pulp?

Seems like this day longer than every other.

Absinthe.

... makes the heart grow fonder.

I wonder why gmail thinks colonoscopy is spelled wrong and offers cloudscape and kaleidoscope as corrections.

Would it help if I slid a soldering iron into my aching sinus?