Greg.sRant

 You can ask anybody that I know, and they will tell you that I reserve a certain hatred in my heart for Tuesdays. Why Tuesday and not Monday?

Well, that's because Tuesdays are one day removed from the weekend. They are also horrendously far from the weekend, with 4 more days to go. That's a lot. So usually when the second day of the work week rolls around, I am usually finding myself in my worst of moods.

But today has been pretty good. I've spent the day working pretty astutely, getting some documentation done, and listening to Preston and Steve, which makes me laugh a little too out loud. It's ok, tho. And of course, it's Cinco De Mayo!!!! Going to head out after work today maybe, grab some cervezas, and hopefully a nice siesta.

Flippin sweet.

Link: Boing Boing

So, I went out to play tennis today, and it was hot. Like, real hot. So hot, in fact, that I struggled to even make it through the entire game. Good thing I won.

 I have noticed this year so far that Mother Nature has forgotten the idea of ideal temperature. Usually in the springtime, you have at least 2-3 weeks of nice temperature before it skyrockets to almost unbearable humidity and temperature levels. Somebody must have forgot to turn off the wood stove in the sky, because we had maybe 3 days this year? Even those days were on the slightly windy side, but at least that made it cooler out.  Today was like almost summer temperatures, with it hitting about 90. And 3 weeks ago it hailed.

 Sigh.

Just for a few weeks I'd like to go out and not feel like I am going to suffer sunstroke or mirages.

So, I like women. It's a fact of life. And I have no problem with women. When presented a good topic and a nice personality, I can work wondered. 

It's just usually I am attracted to the wrong type of women. Specifically, I always find girls who are working that are a) really nice, and b) really attractive. Of course, they are usually nice to me because they are working, and have to be. Regardless, I find myself usually attracted to these girls, and it sucks, because I feel weird asking for their numbers or whatnot when they are on the clock. Say, tonight, there was a really cute bartender, and I felt like saying something, but i was guitly about keeping her from doing her job for more than 2 seconds. I was able to get light conversation going, but that was about it. 

She did trip me on the way out of the place though. Is it love?

Sigh. Why must this dating thing be so tough on me sometimes? Probably because I make it that tough on myself.

Oh, and Happy Easter.

So today I have been popping the red pill. Ricola makes these awesome Cherry Honey lozenges that sooth AND relieve. Although in actuality I don't need anything soothed or relieved.

A few months back I kept on waking up with the most horrible of sore throats, and could barely speak (without sounding like a frog). So I turned to throat drops and chloraseptic to get me through the early parts of the morning, as it seemed to improve as the day went on. Fast forward to now, where my voice is pretty much recovered, but I still enjoy myself some tasty menthol goodness. Ricola is probably my favorite, although some of the ones taste like eating flowers. Hall's is usually too strong, but I have found some diamonds in the rough. Luden's is good for that less-useful-but-more-tasty treat. And you can't go wrong with Sucrets; they basically numb your mouth so much that it feels like you've been shot up with novacaine. And it leaves a weird taste in your mouth for a few hours.

Ok, I think that's enough rambling for a Monday night.

Why must finding a place to live be such a difficult task? I mean, you think of all the houses in an area, one would be priced within your range that would suit your needs? Of course, what needs a person has can be only wants for another, so in my case, i prob don't NEED all the things i need, but, well, yes, I want them.

Ho hum.

Perhaps it's me being O.C.D., but I am trying to temper this site into something amazing.

 Guess it will have to wait 'til tomorrow.