Wednesday, December 10, 2008

I Have Mental Gas...

or simply put, I got nothing. I would but it was a busy day in my world. I had to coordinate with my friend Jenny about picking up her old bed, which is a queen sized pillow top, including an armquoi or however you spell it and I can't even spell check it, two night stands and the bed frame itself that she paid about five large for. She wound up putting them in a storage unit when she moved in with her fiance' and it sat for over a year until she offered it to me, which I gladly accepted.

Now these days, I don't have the strength that I used to have because of my illness which sucks. Plus, my left leg would give out on me in flash. Don't get me wrong, I'll do my best to get the work done but I am at the moment a 90 pound weakling in a big man's body. I hate it. I am as weak as the box office for Punisher: War Zone (HA!). This is why I'm so glad my brother Anthony and a guy he works with gave a helping hand and then some getting the stuff over there and set up for me. By the time I get home, I should have a much better, much nicer looking bedroom to lay my head in. Yay for me.

Other than that, I can't spell the governor of Illinois's last name and he looks like what Martin Sheen and Ray Liotta would have if they mated and the baby was cast in a J.F.K. movie. So, there you go...

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