Blog Tartar

Okay, this may blog may not be completely raw, but it's rare.  I'm leaving in the time stamps, and still trying to think of a title.

9:36 PM 5/29/2013

I know when I saved the "first draft" of this 4 weeks ago I had something to say.  Beats me.  But it's Wednesday.  Maybe I'll think of it by the "third draft."  (Come to think of it, I could use a draft right now.)

5:05 PM 5/30/2013

Nope, nothin yet.  But since I can retire in 625 days (which is 89 weeks, rounded down,) taking out 178 for weekends, leaves 447 workdays.  That's 3576 work hours.  According to my most recent payroll statement I have 3085.484 hrs of combined Annual and Sick leave.  Does that mean I can actually retire in 490.516 hours?  (Which would be 61.3145 work days?)  Some people say I think about this too much.  Nah!  (I think it's time for the wife to send me away to that nervous hospital.  UhHuh.)

Today (5/31/2013)

This has been a total waste of your time, so at least I'll give you cats:

I was reluctant to post this, since it's a picture of my bed.  However last night I discovered I hadn't closed the bedroom door properly.  These are the two I haven't shown you yet.  That's Tipsy to your left, looking at you, and Boober to your right, just lying there.  (I'm pretty sure.  You'd think I'd know, since they look nothing alike.)  Oh, and the purple book behind Boober is Volume 1 of "The History of the Cryptic Rite."  Just in case you're interested.

Anyway, as of 4:45 PM today I can retire in 54,000,000 seconds.  (That's 1 year, 8 months, 15 days, 15,000 hours, or 900,000 minutes.)

Get off my lawn.