Yesterday, the nicest day of the year and I wore corduroy pants. That sums up the story of my life. I had the usual busy day at work. Blah, blah, blah. I got off the bus last night and the sky started to cry. What a major downpour! I’m lucky there was a bar close by; otherwise I would have been soaked. So, Monday night I ended up in a bar. When in Rome, you know what I’m saying? I only had one beer but it was fantastic! I was in a bar, enjoying an ice cold brew and The Simpsons was on TV. Heaven on earth. I got home and tried, without success, to finish the Dukes of Hazzard game. I’m stuck on level 16. I’ve had this game for two days and I feel like it’s mocking me. I may break it.
I’m thinking about opening my own post office. The post office charges 34 cents for a letter, right? Well, I’m going to low ball them and charge 33 cents. Instead of volume, I’m going to focus on service. I’ll only deliver one letter at a time. Hand deliver, none of this automated crap. Again, for 33 cents. I haven’t figured it out 100% yet but I think it has some potential. I watched Junkyard Wars a week ago and I think I’m going to turn my Skylark into a Hovercraft. All the material is there; the only thing I need to finish the project is some 30 weight, 3.0 silk and some gauze. I watched this movie, Happiness, over the weekend. Wow, that’s one disturbing film! Everything in that movie falls under one category; too much information! I haven’t seen a new film in a while.
Man, the bus was bad again today! I was sitting behind the hump with one foot up and the other on the floor. I was so uncomfortable, I had to detach myself from my body. And that’s when it hit me! Bus heroin. It’s not exactly heroin, it’s just a mild sedative to make the bus more enjoyable. Is that anything? It needs a better name. How about Bus Lovables or Bus Friendlys? I wore my headphones from my front door to the office. It’s weird, kind of like your own soundtrack. Almost like you’re in a dream. Or maybe, like in They Live, the aliens have taken over and we’re all asleep. AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yesterday in Bob’s Diary I said, “Paula, Paula’s Notes, would say I’m like a library, I have issues.” That should say, Paula would say I’m like a magazine rack, I have issues. I misquoted Paula and I publicly apologize. OK, Paula, how was that? Paula? PAULA!!!!!!!!!!!!! Paula should have a new Paula Note up today so don’t forget to check it out. That’s it. Have a good day and if you find yourself in the downpour of life, may there be a bar close by to pass the time.