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Red Can Be Cranky In The Morning
04/19/2002 - 9:31 a.m.
Fil fil filthity filth.
Some days just don't deserve to live.
Ya know?
I mean, first the alarm goes off, and they're playing "Baba Filthy O'Riley" for the 9 billionth time and why do I have to hear that again? It was a good song the first 8 and half billion, but now I'm sick of it.
Some people think it's called "Teenage Wasteland," but it's really called "Baba Filthy O'Riley." Trust me.
Then I remember that I already added water to the good shampoo a couple of times, and I am not going to be able to get any more actual shampoo by adding more, but maybe just a lightly shampoo-y smelling bubbly water, so I have to use the bad emergency shampoo, which I hate, but too bad for Red cuz Red can't remember to buy new shampoo!
Then I discover that dopey OldCat� did his patented "eat-too-fast-and-throw-it-all-back-up" trick at some point during the night, and I won't tell you how I discovered it but let's just say if someone wanted to bet you that Red wears slippers, and you were all "No way, man, not Red, I bet you a kajillion dollars he doesn't," you'd be able to write two checks for half a kajillion dollars tomorrow.
Then, I remembered that I forgot to put the laundry in the dryer last night, so the shirt I wanted to wear today is all wet and stuff. Now I have to wear the bad emergency shirt.
Then I realized that I left the garage door remote control opener device apparatus in the car. Which was especially dumb, because there was no reason to take it out there in the first place yesterday, cuz I have two, one in the car and one in the house, but yesterday I was goofy and put it in my pocket rather than down on the table when I left the house.
Then, I got sick of writing about all the bad stuff that happened this morning and stopped.
Except for one tbing - I hate hate hate when you get into overstrike mode by accident, and the whole paragraph you already wrote got overwritten by the new paragraph you were inserting before it.
Oh yeah - and typoes. They are even less Memphisly than, well, lotsa stuff. Bad stuff. Stuff that sucks.
Music to be peeved by:
I am in no mood for music right now, thank you very much. Go listen to something you like and leave me alone.
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