I’m not getting any work done.
It started innocently enough. I wanted a Gmail account. So sue me – I’ve got geek in my blood and wanted to try it out. *I* didn’t have an invite. Grrr. Tried to buy one on eBay (“e” is for EVIL) and got scammed by a seller who passed off another free service on the web that I’m not going to mention because I don’t want to give them free advertising (to the three of you out there reading this; 2 excluding me). btw, I left a negative feedback for the cretin and *he* left one for me (umm, the VICTIM) in retaliation and eBay will not do a damn thing about it. I only lost a $1 but it’s the principle of the thing.
Anywho… I posted to the blog about the Gmail account because I was feeling self-guilt for never writing in the blog anymore. Life supercedes writing about life.
And – I get a message from Amy offering a Gmail invite. She was killing time cruising around Dave’s site and ended up at my derelict blog. I did already get a Gmail account from my brother who stumbled open an open invite link inside Blogger – which is SO unfair since he posts like once in a billion years and his site isn’t even public right now. Sigh.
Anywho2… I don’t know Amy very well, but Ken holds her in high esteem and he’s picky. Plus, if I ever went into a coma I’d give Ken proxy on my brain. Lucky him. Note, if you know Ken, I must really trust him, becasue he’d probably lose my brain in his apartment.
Anywho3… So, I surfed around Amy’s site, and Dave’s site, and Ken’s site… And would have surfed around my brother Keith’s site – EXCEPT HE DOESN’T HAVE ONE LIVE AT THE MOMENT – and started feeling all nostalgic about blogging and my lack thereof and now I’m writing this (at the office of course).
But I’ve got a Gmail account to e-mail the city about foodstamps when I don’t have any money because…
I’m not getting any work done.
