You Say Mega We Say Goo Goo.

It's far too early to be having a Federal Rules of Civil Procedure smack down with some twit that reads Ann Coulter in her spare time, but amazingly that's exactly where I found myself 10 minutes ago. And some mother fucker filed something in some court, but there's some corn fed school marm who can take care of that. Hopefully my email will just get buried and I won't be called on to explain, elucidate and expound on all the things this poor little soul doesn't understand. Something tells me that may not happen, and I may end up just fussing over my day off.

Homie that drives my bus seems to be convinced that I'm reading the Bible. He doesn't understand that I work 12 hours a day and the few moments I have on the bus are literally the only moments I set aside for reading (OK a couple pages in the bathtub). So confounded he was that I spent two weeks on a rather dense and dry biography of Queen Victoria (The second one I've read this year) he convinced himself I was reading and re-reading Psalms or something quite ridiculous. And there really is a limit of what you can accomplish with a smoldering stare, but then they started up on tithing and all that crap, and I just had to tune out. Hopefully I can get back on a normal schedule soon. But I've come to expect small things.

Speaking of that. Pony snagged a new IPhone last night and sent me a text. I should have gone with her to got one as well, but I'm a pussy. But... I'm a pussy with a new Ann Demeulemeester shirt!!