This Blog Is Full Of Crap

Woke up feeling like dogass.

Themometer showed three digits.

Considering how this week has gone at work, I was not about to go in on a fever hairtrigger.

Then, an idea hits me as I boil this ickiness out in the tub:

Perhaps someone should tell the Training Department to give their section on DNS to Billing Care?

I get up, put on my robe and check my spiralbound notebook.

Ahhhh... that's what I tried to write myself Sunday night. Couldn't comprehend it.

Oh well. I should pass this along.

Oh, the ritual?

Shaved the beard and mustache.

My face was itching something fierce. I guess it's my way of telling myself to start fresh.