I have avian flu. Or Ebola. Something awful. I'm trying to keep my health up by drinking plenty of fluids, but I still feel horrible. Have you ever been so sick that it feels like your eyeballs are sweating? That's how bad I feel.
And the worst part is that the child bride has left me to suffer alone. She is spending the week in Tucson, Ariz. (city motto: "We can't place it on a map of Arizona, either.") for job training. Already the apartment is a mess.
On Monday at the headquarters of my benevolent employer, some random bloke wandered into the building and then spent an hour just sort of hanging out in the lobby staring at the computer monitors. No one questioned him because they thought he was waiting for someone. In fact, he was just some homeless guy who was whacked out on drugs. It says something about our company that a muttering guy with leaves on his jacket can sit in the lobby and no one will question him.
I have decided that "al-Qaida in Iraq" is a half-assed name for a terrorism group. It reminds me of "Spirit of Riverdance," which used to perform at the El Dorado Casino in Reno, Nev. They weren't really Riverdance, but a hastily put-together road version consisting of lower-grade talent.
Al-Qaida in Iraq sounds like terrorism for the Branson, Mo., crowd; Al-Qaida Lite.
Apparently my blog is worth $17,500.74 (£9,814.73). How do I sell?
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