Scribbles

I want to scribble again after a period of dryness for words. Now that my daughter is eight months old, I can hear the call of ideas shouting inside my head again. Although I have not put my way of expressing a thought into practice, I’m willing to give it another shot. With a bit of luck, I wish to be enthused once more.

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

B-U-M-M-E-R

The beginning of my day really sucks. I was late. I checked in 7:42a.m. Can you believe that? Blame it on the FX driver. The last time I was late, he was also the driver. How could he stop over to get gas? He should be doing that before he went to the line to get passengers. I reminded myself never to ride in his stupid navy blue wagon a dozen times if I don't want to be late, but I never learned. Even if he leave early, it is still so likely that I get late. I hate it. And then, this PC of mine keeps on re-starting. Today, it re-started four times before I was able to log in properly. I approached Mr. Big Guy, the one, with a one sided-hairstyle. I told him the problem of my PC. He asked me to observe it again. Not a fair deal. Do I have to wait until this machine crashes before you do something about it?

B-U-M-M-E-R. . . .

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