whiski_sour | Happy St. Patrick's Day

Irish eyes are smiling!

Okay, that was lame for several reasons.

One, I'm not Irish. Though I happily support any holiday where the primary attractions are beer, pinching people, and the color green. Two, you can't see my eyes. Three, I'm not smiling. Four, it's just plain fucking lame.

But, this is the only day I can wear those sunglasses and not feel like a total goober.

I've been kicking around the idea of going out and getting me a green beer. Lots of bars around here are getting into the Irish spirit, so to speak. Of course, with the green beer they're also serving corned beef and cabbage. *gags silently* See. This is why I'm not Irish. Cooked cabbage is one of the most vile things on the planet. Corned beef ain't that great either. Granted, I'm half Scottish and their claim to food fame is haggis, but when it comes right down to it, I really would rather eat sheep guts than cooked cabbage. For one thing, they probably smell better.

Veering away from the disgusting and moving on to the disturbing, I had a dream last night that I was shot in the chest and nobody would take me to the hospital. Instead I went to Walmart and saw my old boss there. The whole time I'm bleeding and my chest is causing me great pain (because my lung was hurting again while I slept) and nobody finds this to be odd. Insensitive bastards.

I got the first round of painting done today. Painted my shelf and end table out in the garage. It wasn't too cold to do it, though my butt did protest to sitting on the frigid concrete for so long. I was going to bring down my video tapes to put away (already put away my dvds...all 15 of them), but I didn't out of fear that should I try, my hips and back would stage a revolt. They're already rather pissed about all the work I did yesterday. They're not used to this kind of abuse anymore. Been sitting on my ass too long.

Tomorrow morning, I'm going to Mummy's house to see Hammie because she's been talking about me all week. I'll probably come home and put a second coat of paint on everything that afternoon. I'll get the videos later.

When my body seeks vengance, it really seeks vengance.