I'm waiting for my vintage car to warm up. I estimate about three hours of being able to blog...
A fresh layer of pure, white snow on the ground this morning. Then I enter the yard and muck it up with filth and deep scars in my wake.
My legs itch. Not a normal itching sensation either. I scratch them and my skin falls off then they itch even more. Before the day is over I should be all muscle and bone from the waist down.
So I've already called work once this morning to check up on my store and see how things are going without me. Maybe I should have put this much attention into my failed relationships...nah. They gave me three hours off this morning, but as soon as my car is warm I'm headig in to work already. They tell me I'm married to my job, but the way I see it I'm a reverse vampire whoremonger: I spend all day with my job and leave my mark everywhere I can then, when it's quitting time, I punch out and disappear faster than Mel Gibson's fans.
Alright, my wireless thermometer tells me my car is a comfortable 76 degrees so I'm off to work.
-Robert