Due to sleep deprivation I was so irritable and loopy at work that I punched the oven when it didn't want to cooperation. The button panel didn't work too well for a little while after that. But it's mostly good now.

Big Pharma's biggest kept secret is that there really is an all-natural cure for depression after all... violence.

I design fire training systems and structures all over the US and the world, but today I met with the fire department for the town I live in. Shipping won't be much of an issue on this one.

I just had to teach our Shipping / Receiving guy of 10 years how to click and drag windows around on a PC... incredible. This guy is ~50 years old, has been holding down the warehouse extremely well for 10 years, has his own office and computer that he uses for at least 5 hours a day, and yet he walks into the lab and goes "Dan, I need to print a waybill but the Print button is below the bottom of my screen, how do I click it!?".

I know this guy is smart, he's extremely professional, meticulous, and easy to work with, it just surprises me that he could have made it this far working with computers every day and still not know how to move a window across his screen... It's like when I had to teach my mother how to copy & paste files, save pictures, and print documents for the first time in 2014, or when I had to teach my father how to answer his smartphone when it rings.

Just consider it job security and thank Yahweh that your coworkers don't know **** about ****.

Its been a windy day and I left the house in shorts and a vest. The government bought me a sandwich, a salad, and vegan almond milk ice cream (thank u Ben n Jerry's, hurry up with a mint and peanut butter flavor please). I painted psychedelic genetalia and wrote poems in my head. I forgot my medication and had an anxiety attack. There were sirens and someone died. My friend bought me cheap menthols and I gave two away, now I have four.

The government gave me an $800 tax refund yesterday for half-a-year's worth of work. Not all that hot, but I'm just hoping to make you a little sad.

Yesterday an Atm machine gave me 20$ extra dollars which i spent on cigs and booze.

Today im hungover from yesterday.

For once I like your life. Of course I bought cigs and beer today, but they weren't free. ****er.

I've found twenty dollar bills in the street four times. This week, I'm repenting for that surplus money.