The Logic of Yr Sexx Laws

The call-in show that cannot be recommended enough: Talk Sex with Sue Johanson.
I had forgotten the overwhelming awesomeness of an old lady in a suit from the elderly section of Hechts showing off her favorite vibrators. As I type this she's talking to a guy who gets excited by farts and is recommending brussel sprouts for his lady to heighten the enjoyment. This show is pure comic gold.
Oh, you Oxygen with yr empowered women!
For some reason, I suspect most people don't watch it for (ahem) shits and giggles.
***That concludes tonight's television recommendations it's probably better to not take***

My chateau is rapidly running out of food. One of these days someone is going to have to break down and buy food. We have maybe one more day before dinner is can of corn and piece of bread with no butter. Today I worked night shift, so I made dinner before I went to work. Tuna casserole, one of my specialties (anything that contains cream of mushroom soup is a specialty of mine). It's one of those meals that it's easy to forget how good it is. A can of tuna, a can of soup, a handful of peas and noodles mixed up with some chips and onion soup mix on top. No effort(other than cooking the noodles, stupid noodles! be more easy!) but SO good. The sister would've ate it all if I hadn't stated that she had to leave me some to eat when I got home from work. She also had to tape Colbert on 60 Minutes. OK-she didn't have to, but she did. So as to avoid me sulking. Which isn't pretty. That and she was naughty and fed Sir Coupenhound people food in excess and got caught. Her expression leads me to believe this was not the first plate o' people food she'd given him. I told her it's all well and good now but who's going to have to deal with him on a special diet because he's such a fatty his belly drags on the ground? Not her, I wager. "I buy him top shelf Purina dog food so he gets the nutrition he needs and stays healthy..."
"Blah, blah, blah, I can't give you any food Cope your Mom yelled at me."
So I'm the bad guy.

Somewhere in this apartment is a phone with a voice mail message-I know this because every 10 minutes or so I hear a beep. If I could find the phone, I could fix this problem. As it is, I sorta dread trying to go to sleep. The beeps are spaces at just the approximate length of time it takes me to relax to the point of nearly being asleep. It's not my phone, my phone is probably in the truck.

WKU is the center for poor operations for the universe. Not just the dept I'm associated with (for only another month---and for life I guess courtesy of the degree-fuck) but all of it. Disability services sent an email in Feb that I never got (Because it wasn't in an email I check ever, but in my free XBox and Work From Home WKUmail) saying I needed to do more stuff to get paid for taking notes. Too bad how no one there ever learned how to read so they didn't see where I wrote my Yahoo address. One.More.Month.God.dammit.
Work remains decent. The money was better today. It wasn't awful yesterday or anything, but I did some extra stuff and made a couple of extra Lincolns. So that's good. I had 4 tables instead of 3 like I'd always had up until now. It frazzled me but I pulled it off. One of the tables tonight was from near Toronto. I went to Toronto in January to see Kids in the Hall at Massey Hall when they did their first reunion tour. Stood outside in the freezing cold for close to two hours. By the time I got back to the hotel I could barely feel my feet. But it was worth it. I was so much younger then... They had a friend at maybe the very same show. Small world. They tipped pretty good too. I don't hate this job, but I feel like I should plan on doing something else soon. Not right now.
My resume is revamped. It isn't better...but it's different.

Where the bleeding FUCK is that damn phone?