The days are hotter than Hell this month in Michigan, and I don't just mean in Hell, Michigan. And there is always so much to talk about. Too much to keep quiet about. Have we no unfettered forum for me to prattle on in? As I type this, the Windsor Tunnel is closed due to a bomb threat. Someone is working on fixing an iPod of mine. If it gets destroyed, I have a link to an eBay item I can bid on to replace it. Why does sweat destroy my music? In order to live I have to kill machinery? Is this what has Skynet's e-panties in a bunch?
A post lunch coma is fading, and I am locked in an internal debate that is quite heated over whether I should run or not tonight. And if so with what shoes?
The address http://www.wordstoread.blogspot.com/ was taken so I had to make the url a slightly longer title. Humanity, oh, the. I have an empty Pepsi can on my desk, why? WHY? You will be horrified to know it is because the coffee maker in the break room is broken. Someone has scrawled quite ominously on a piece of paper that is taped to it, "DEAD." That's a little pessimistic. I am hoping for the best! I am hoping it is just wounded.. and can be healed. Without coffee, the brains gathered here will suffer.
With that, I will stop typing words to read. For now.
