balls, bailout and boats

i am so happy to having been able to escape my mind off vampire wars and take the time to add another post to this pointless thread. 1.34 pm pc time. the flood is 7 inches deep in my room, the 3rd day the water had fully invaded my privacy. i type lying in my raised bed keying my raised board and squinting my eyes on my raised monitor. 7 inches in my room would equate to 2 feet of water in the living room which is lower than my sanctuary ( which is no longer a necessary term).

omg. there is a boat in the street.

i havent slept decently for days now. im being obligated to think but my mind is in meltdown. total absence of synapse. i hate thinking about the need to think. i am about to face my demons later - which is my salary. hopefully i can send someone to college and rent a house then have my old phone fixed with this period. i imagine long days of fasting and an ability to be an electron to my protonic colleagues with pack lunches. sigh. there goes my dignity.

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i have had a hell of time at work last night. i had been enslaved to take calls for another account. the queue had been spiking highs and lows and i was beginning to wonder if this night was karma for my being rude to the idiot who freaked out when i said the word 'smart-ass.' then, as if by divine providence, avail. super avail. i was so bored that i had to think of something to do. i was able to clean the whole station, cut papers for the manual calls, spit n' shine and declog my keyboard, and make a sign for people not to steal my mouseball.

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i dont know what's wrong with people but why in the name of a politician's buns do you steal a mouseball? do their kids play jolen with it? i can understand the stolen headset stickers but mouseballs? if i see someone take my balls i shall grab them in the nostrils and shove the rubbery balls up their brains. bet on it?