Forty-five minutes is all I have left of today, and I have nothing to say. No commuting nightmares this morning, so homicidal thoughts today (well at least not as many as usual), no shopping disasters (unless you call not being able to find a Bill’s hat anywhere) and so nothing to write about.

This makes posting daily difficult. I am making an effort, but at the same time I don’t want to write the same boring thing over and over. I need work in creating an interesting post out of nothing. But today was just, go to work, then go shopping for a calendar and pens.

The State doesn’t buy us calendars. Their reason (that they gave us) is that we have a calendar in our e-mail program and we can print off a daily page if we need. The problem I have is you can’t take your computer in the field with you, and I doubt this idiots can figure out how to print a page from their calendar when I have problems doing it.

One of the guys was asking about not getting a calendar, “Really? Are you effing kidding me? We haven’t gotten calendars in a few year, you’re just now noticing?” So that is why I was buying calendars this evening, not for him, for me. While I was buying a calendar for my office, I decided it might be a good idea to buy one for my apartment. So before I go hang it up, I am going to check my Google calendar to see if I need to write anything on it.

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