THE DAILY DIVERSION

If it's the last thing we ever do!

Man, I've been busy today! It's a Friday for crying out loud! I'm not supposed to work on Friday. The saddest thing is that I haven't actually done anything on any of my work. I've been working on everyone else's problems. Yes, every now and then it sucks to be in charge, because all of the questions roll up to you. Good thing these projects don't last year round, because I'd have to get paid a hell of a lot more to put up with this all the time!

Anyway, I posted a new "rule" this morning, but as soon as I started to work on this blog I got busy. Here is the "rule of thumb" for today. This one is courtesy of my beautiful wife. She actually thought of it while driving home the other day. A truck in front of her, for some strange reason, stomped on his brakes, causing her to do the same, and every car behind her too. Anyway, she (as well as myself many times before) was amazed at how the brain just knows to do these things, so I thought I'd add this one to the list. So, help your brain out every now and then, and stop doing meth!

I had a long, crazy dream last night. So many things happened before and after the part I'm about to describe, but I couldn't remember them by the time I got around to writing things down in my journal. Anyway, here are my notes:

• I was participating in a demolition derby that was actually in a parking garage.
  
• I was driving a huge 70's model Cadillac that was a neon Carolina blue color (very pimpish I might add)
• Suddenly the cops show up to break up our little party, so we leave our car behind and head to the top of the parking structure. From there we climb onto a huge brick fence (like a castle wall) that surrounds the back yard of a huge house.
• For some reason I'm hanging out with a girl named Jennifer that I went to high school with (no, we never dated, and no, she wasn't really attractive)
• This house is situated right next door to my Mom's house (or so I'm telling everyone)
• The house had just been purchased, so I'm strolling through it introducing myself to everyone.
• I had been told stories about this house being haunted but never had any "close encounters" of my own.
• I'm told that the owner is upstairs, so we head up there.
• I reach the top step and am suddenly held strictly in place by some "unseen" force.
• I plead with the "force" to let me pass, but it won't. The only thing I can do is go back downstairs.
• I tell the people downstairs that the ghost doesn't want me to find what's upstairs for some reason.

That's all I remember. It was kind of crazy and really all over the place.

So, that's what you get for today. This is what happens when I'm rushed and busy on a Friday. What did I talk about last Friday? Hmm... Yet another movement toward senility? Anyway, I'll leave this little picture for the weekend (I forgot to post it yesterday):

This is a picture of my goofy ass trying on sunglasses at this silly store over on Beale Street. I meant to send this picture to my boy PT, but forgot. Imagine that?