This journal is one hell of a great way to pass the day at work. I only have 90 minutes left now, and then I get to go either A) clean out a garage for painting, or B) go to the Speedway in Sycamore, IL, and watch old cars race and demolish one another. I love it when they flip over. I hate cars. Even mine.

I just finished with two round trips to Home Depot, where I picked up about 80 acoustic ceiling tiles that my office's landlord bought for me. I gotta cover up all the water stains by way of tile swapping before the VP comes in for a big seminar at the end of the month. We just merged a couple months ago and my company is an IT juggernaut now. Watch the fuck out. I have to get some LAN lines activated too.

Whoops, I'm boring you. Sorry about that. I had two lunches today. A nice, healthy, tasty turkey sub from Cousins, and some sloppy, greasy, sludgy jalapeno cheesebugers from White Castle. As a teenager, we would always eat at the White castle in Hoffman since it's right outside the police station. The Hoffman cops are overzealous and we'd contantly be picking someody up there.

I need to check on the game. Don't worry, Mike's arrest will be forthcoming shortly.
3:18 PM - Bottle Rocket Fire Alarm