More from Telehell

Mike called wanting me to fill in for 2nd shift tonight. That means I'd be working till 11 or 12:30 and then have to get into my *real* job by 8 a.m. tomorrow morning. I'm starting to feel like Telehell's real name is Hotel California. You can resign any time, but you can never leave.

Dream

I had this dream that I was swimming along this canal through a quaint little town near the ocean. I kept thinking to myself that the canal would open up to the sea at the next turn, but each time I rounded a corner, there was just more canal. My arms were getting really tired.

What's so odd is I don't even know how to swim.

Survey from the Ninth Sith Hell

( why O why do I do these things? don't answer that... )

Well, isn't that nice?

Someone just cracked a fat joke at my expense on the Shriekback mailing list.

It's bad enough that I've been the butt of jokes all my fucking life in the "real world" but to have to put up with it on one of my own mailing lists, to be degraded in front of dozens of acquaintences, well, that's just the pinnacle of horrible.

And this, coming from a middle-aged pervert who hits on every woman he encounters online, trying to impress them with the fact that he's nothing but a fucking janitor who lives in a trailer, and is illegally in the US as is, having married to weasel his way in to begin with. He needs to take his skank ass back to England, like anyone over there would want him to begin with.

Yet another reason to dislike this CREEP.