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The airline lost my luggage... it contained 4 pairs of boxers. Previously my rate limiting step for laundry was towels. I have 10 towels, therefore I can go 10 days without doing laundry, but this loss of 4 pairs of shorts created a new rate limit... 8 days wort of shorts! Since American doesn't seem to be finding my luggage back any time soon, I had to buy underpants. Now I'm afraid of the gnomes... Phase 1, Steal the Underpants. Phase 2, ?. Phase 3, Profit!

Unfortunately they also have my VAIO...

Why is it that my VISA bill arrives in an envelope packed with a special offer to buy a watch, "Cardmember Tips" like "Pay on Time", a page of checks offering a reduced rate, advertisements for long distance service, automotive insurance, and more? My bill this month came with 11 pieces of paper, only 10% of it contained the envelope and the bill... and several pieces had my credit card number printed on it, so I had to shred them. I find it phenomenally irritating that 95% of all mail I get is garbage, and even within the mail I need, it's 95% garbage. I'm not some sort of hardcore environmentalist, but I know how often my paper shredder gets emptied, and it's too often.

I leave the office and wander back to my car. Its wet. I didn't really realize this as I hadn't really left my office except to go to the bathroom. It was kind of a long day.

So I get back and see that... shit... my sunroof is open. Not much. Just a half inch or so. It was pretty nice this morning, so I opened it up to get a nice bit of breeze in on the morning drive (I had it in under 11 minutes... good time!) I realize that its not gonna be pretty: the inside is all wet. No problem, I wipe things up a bit and get ready to go.

Then I discover the bird poop.

Goddamn it.

Its official. I'm a cat person. After years of shunning the felines, I've finally accepted them. Kathleen had 3 kittens and a very small apartment. So I took one off of her hands with the understanding that if he pissed me off, or my alergies took off, he could return to her place... well his name is Matrix (named a year before the movie came out, but nobody believes that :( and he's the cutest little brown cat. Very naughty. But I find myself petting him and hugging him. Its amazing how the little rascal manages to just dissipate the stress of work in just a few minutes of petting and playing. For years I was skeptical of 'Cat People' but I'm glad I gave it a shot... a heart attack at 25 was seeming pretty likely for awhile there...

I'm baking this kellogs pastry thingee in a toaster oven. Now I'm a veteren of many a pop-tar, but this is a variation on the theme that I'm unfamiliar with... the little bell goes off and I excitedly whip the glas door open. I rish inside to grab the tasty treat, only to overshoot, and plunge my fingers into the surface.

Now poptart frosting is made of some bizarre substance that nobody has ever quite reverse engineered. Scientists have heated it to thousands of degrees, yet it never leaves its solid form... I assumed that this pastry would behave similiar, but I erred with painful results. This frosting melted. I stuck my finger into it. It was hot. Real hot.

I yelp and begin sucking my fingers and making hurt noises as loud as can be expected considering my mouth is full of crisped fingers. The frosting tastes good, but my hands hurt. CowboyNeal laughs at me and I stick my fingers under the tap and run cool water over the pain.

Now I have burn blisters on 2 fingers. Damn pastry.