This is how I know Greg is bored.

When Greg is bored, he reads my blog. If the last posting is really old, he'll bug me to put up a new one. This is cannot fault him for because, frankly, I do the same thing to him. Ha ha.

Well, frankly, I'm kind of bored too. Not in a "dear god please kill me" kind of way but more in a "the day has just begun and I'm idle" way.

Thoughts for the day:

Weak coffee with Irish Cream Coffeemate will always make me think of high-school and the music hallway.

Most jobs that I bitch and moan about, when I think about it, aren't really that bad. And I don't really mind them that much.

I am a wimp. Anytime I do something remotely physical, I hurt the next day. However, I highly doubt this will lead me to exercise.

I have no idea why most peanut butters have so much damn sugar.

I wonder if a peanutbutter-peach pie would be any good. Someone asked me about htis combination the other day. I think it could work.

I think my shoe is going to break. I figure I'll wear it until it does... but it's really going to suck when I'm out somewhere for the day with a broken shoe.

I am really glad that Dynamite Kablammo is still together.

Meh, that's all for now.