My work email is being upgraded tonight. If this goes as well as any IT operation at every company I’ve worked for, it could very well be a disaster. It’s probably going to be a good day to go to work and make sure things are working, and not a good day to hide like I was planning, darn it.

It was pointed out to me that the yoots at the gym might not have ever been exposed to such wonderful bands such as, “Oingo Boingo,” and they might be worried about the songs I was singing along to. I believe this because I was eating a very unhealthy lunch today and along with the so-called “food” we were listening to some sort of awful music-ish radio station. It was as empty as the calories in my hamburger. Looking at the the playlist on their web site, I think the worst of the songs was by, “Michael W. Smith,” followed in horrendousness by, “The Backstreet Boys.” Ugh.

I also had a salad but that wasn’t enough so we went to Sonic where I ordered some sort of fried ice cream thing. That, too, probably wasn’t anything that could be classified as “food” but I ate it all anyway. It’s just been that kind of week at work. Oh, the things I do to avoid going back to work after lunch.

If I had any choice, I’d go to Grand Central Baking and have another BLT. They only make them when they can get heirloom tomatoes and they also use very tasty and peppery bacon. It’s a wonder I can see my shoes to tie them.