At my phone survey job a while back, one of the phone goons had the misfortune to dial a member of prepaid legal. So the guy pitches the survey. The respondent pitches prepaid legal. The phone goon came back with: "I'm not trying to sell you anything. You were trying to sell me something. "

Last night turned into a wacky adventure of sorts, with a Target trip turning into a Home Depot trip for in-depth color analysis. That and sightseeing involving the display toilets. And refrigerators and washing machines. Clearly, malerin should be somehow involved in the introduction of JD and 'bertos food.

Reading City of Bones. I shall lend it to Darkside when I am done, if he wants to borrow it. I am looking forward to this long weekend. Today is a plasma day. One guy here seems to have no concept that the internal monologue should stay internal. I have to get the CV polished before I feel right about writing. I know I am a procrastinating bastard, but this is important. Obnoxious bastards are no fun. There was a guy who was trying to make conversation when I was giving off obvious vibes of reading. He was allegedly a reader himself, but did not seem to have the sensitivity to these things.

Turns out Vash had no treads. He needed a new set. Glad my intuition was working right. This is where the spare paycheck this next month is going. I do not think I will get done in time to give plasma, but that's ok. I would rather have a safe car. This phone also has internets. I should resist.