This morning played a cruel joke on me. I woke up feeling great. No neck pain and it's Friday. Ya gotta love Friday. Then I turned on the TV and the first thing I heard was it's Thursday July 24^th and the time is 6:00AM. Fuck! It's only Thursday. So off to work I went feeling dejected because Friday is playing hide and seek.

When I got to to work I had to get on the headset project. I spent two hours researching headsets for everyone, getting them and then setting them all up. That kept me busy for two hours. The rest of the work day was fine and my trip to the gym offered my a very strong bi and tri workout.

After my workout I went to the bank and then I went back to the gym and trained slave barb. After the gym part two we went home and had dinner. A horrible thing happened while eating dinner. Half way through my dinner slave barb says what's that on the couch? ( I was eating on the couch in the living room). What? There, on the opposite end of the couch, what is that? I told her to look. It was a mini dog turd between the cushion and the back of the couch. It was sort of hiding. That dinner was way too close to dogie poo. Then after I was done eating I got up to put away my plate ( slave barb was still cooking) and I saw that there was a pile of dog vomit right next to my right foot. What kind of dinner is this? It's like eating in a NYC subway station in the seventies. How did that song go?

Dog shit to the left

Vomit to the right

Stuck in the middle with you

Was that it?

After my dinner with the company of K9 functions I took care of some emails and bank stuff.

Ok, can tomorrow morning be Friday?