Doom

Well, I am thinking about delivering a clown to my father that sings to him about the benefits of colorectal screening. He is way overdue for one and I think the only way to convince him is to deliver singing telegrams by a clown.

I saw some dead bodies a couple of days ago in a morgue. Not sure why I had the urge to even open my eyes to look, but I did. You would too. Don't lie. They were performing a face transplant. I was reminded of the horrific movie Texas Chainsaw Massacre where he wears people's faces like Halloween masks. I know this crazyness comes from somewhere. Didn't know it was the basement of my work.

Today Rusty told me that we needed a squirt bottle for when he irons his shirt. I told him to utilize the two squirt guns in the living room instead. I think ironing would  be a lot more HARDCORE if he were to shoot his shirts with water versus spraaaaying them. Spray sounds like a wussy word anyway.

I am a bit confused with myself. I have been working on school and working. Not to mention, attempting to purchase a home. This hectic schedule makes me a bit stressed. So, why did I just VOLUNTEER to be the assistant CIO in a class project. That means that I have to help coordinate the entire class with something. I'm stupid...I will probably regret it. However, with my brown nose, I am banking on an A+!