4:07 p.m. - 2008-03-03
Rain on me
The previous weekend can be summed up in the following phrases:
Son crashes computer with virus from on-line gaming.
Garden spot is tilled to depth of eight inches.
Lawn is fertilized.
Scrap lumber is sawn to fit fireplace.
My Vericruse fish dinner was a flop.
The first round of sex was fantastic. The second, not so much.
It rained like a tall cow pissing on a flat rock. Actually that was this morning when I had to return the tiller to the rental place. Then when I arrived at the computer shop to get the damn thing fixed, I find they do not open until nine in the fucking morning.
It was a typical Monday morning.
Come, Tuesday, come.
