Blistering

I vacation in Wyoming in the Winter. I put on shorts when it hits fifty degrees outside, and it's currently ninety-six degrees outside.

Bollocks

There's very little to do at work, and I accomplished it all in the first hour (and that's with several breaks), so I left early. On occasion I'll wash a car or two just so that I can spray myself with the hose, but this isn't the time for such heroics. Unfortunately, it probably means going in on my Saturday off and washing everything.

Bollocks.

And remember how I accomplished everything on my list, every day last week? Not quite this week; Monday was a success, but I have one task remaining for Tuesday that I may attempt either tonight or Saturday, and I didn't complete my workout for yesterday, though I did enough of it to cross it off. I have to kick some ass tonight on writing to make up for not writing yesterday. I also need to be in bed by 22:30, because if I'm up until 23:00 again tonight, and if I'm up after 07:00 again tomorrow (as I've been the last three days running after a good week and a half of being up early and getting things accomplished), I'm going to scream.

Bollocks.

Aside from that, I'm hitting life hard, and making it my duty to tear what I want out of it, kicking and screaming. I learned from my buddy the White Knight (who's now seen the blog, and will hopefully start commenting) that a government agency I'd looked out is hiring, and hiring in force, so I may be applying within the next couple of days. Apparently they have a number of jobs I'd be perfect for.

I'll have a look at the news, and if there's anything worth posting, I'll post it. Stay tuned.