Friday and at peace with the world...

Have an apple. It's healthy. No, seriously, apples are good for you. What? Not THIS one? What are you INSINUATING????

Don't look now, can't seem to get to work. Only typing in this here bloggy thingy to look busy. I'm also becoming distracted by some most disturbing thoughts of skunked beer and where all those fucking bees are coming from. Also, those little dogs in my neighborhood, whose owners let them out at 6:45, to bark their awful, high-pitched, whiny, yapping barks. Tidbit, I'm looking at YOU, you postule sporting, tremor-ridden little Minpin fuckwad. Will we ever have a minute's peace from the barking? The BARKING? PAH!

Although: Not a bad day....Except for a few noisy feckers outside my office window (can we have construction YEAR ROUND in Harvard Square? Can we, huh? And is there a BETTER TIME to tear up the Square than the first weeks of September, when THOUSANDS more people are coming into this little tiny area with their cars and their walking and just BEING here and stuff? No? Didn't think so. And what's with tearing up Church Street, doing fuck knows what kind of road work, putting the pavement back down, and then tearing it up again a week later...ALL SUMMER LONG?).

I feel oddly inappropriate and must remember to use my inside voice.

What? What are YOU looking at?