I can’t concentrate today. It has been a long weekend with no chances for sleeping in and I guess it’s just gotten to me. My head is screaming out for some new music or some different music and I’ve not got anything which fits the bill. Added to that one of my headphones seems to be on the blink and it’s damaging the listening experience quite a bit when it acts up.
We just went out for a belated welcome lunch for a new (well returning really) team member. Headed to the Persian restaurant nearby the office and it was really nice. Great food and a nice couple of hours out of the office.
I’ve sat down to blog a few times over the past few days and very much so today. This particular entry was started and added to since around 11 this morning. I don’t really have that much to say…well I do a little but I just don’t feel like typing it. Saying that, were I not a work now I’m getting to the mood to just keep going.
Heading out to dinner again tonight (that’ll make at least 8 meals out since Saturday) and then home early. I have work in the morning and dad’s on his course. But West Wing is on late tonight so of course I have to stay up for that. I am really glad that this weekend is a long weekend again and can kick back and relax.
And just to make you groan while I think about doing some stupid.
So this guy walks into a bar with his pet monkey. He orders a drink and while he’s drinking, the monkey’s jumping around all over the place.
The monkey grabs some olives off the bar and eats them. Then grabs some sliced limes and eats them. Then jumps onto the pool table, grabs one of the billiard balls, sticks it in his mouth, and to everyone’s amazement, somehow swallows it whole!
The bartender screams at the guy, “Did you see what your monkey just did?”
The guy’s like, “No, what?”
“He just ate the cue ball off my pool table – whole!”
“Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me,” replies the guy. “He eats everything in sight, the little bastard. Sorry. I’ll pay for the cue ball and stuff…”
So he finishes his drink, pays his bill, pays for the stuff the monkey ate, and leaves.
Two weeks later he’s in the bar again, and has his monkey with him. He orders a drink and the monkey starts running around the bar again. While the guy is finishing his drink, the monkey finds a maraschino cherry on the bar. He grabs it, sticks it up his butt, pulls it out, and eats it.
The bartender is disgusted.
“Did you see what your monkey did now?” he asks.
“No, what?” replies the guy.
“Well, he stuck a maraschino cherry up his butt, pulled it out, and ate it!” says the bartender.
“Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me,” replies the guy. “He still eats everything in sight, but ever since he swallowed that cue ball, he measures everything first…”