Hello! I'm not sure where to start today? Good Lord is it humid out! I was in the subway last night and it felt like I was in a sauna -- and that's no joke. Too hot to sleep! Have you heard that Apple is coming out with a PC version of its ipod? After I save up my nickels and dimes, I may get one. A 5 gig player can hold 1000 songs. That's not a typo, 1000 songs. They also have 10 and 20 gig versions but for more money, of course. No one on the PC side of things really picked up the ball and ran with it. All the PC jukeboxes seemed too bulky to be practical. They had a chance and they blew it. I can see a lot of PC people making the switch to Apple. I'm not including myself in that statement as I have no money.

You know what I like about my job? I'm sitting at my desk and Mike McIntee (Wahoo Gazette) rings up and says, "I'm not near a computer, can you look up who invented air conditioning?" Talk about your random requests! A few clicks here and a few clicks there and I had the answer: Willis Carrier was granted a patent (#808897) for the 'Apparatus for Treating Air' in 1906. Willis Carrier is known as the "father of air conditioning." I found that very interesting. It made me want to throw my Fedders air conditioner in the sewer!

It was the end of a long day yesterday and I'm walking out the door at work to go home. Someone propped the door open with a chair. I had to wrestle this chair out of the way and in the process, I ripped my shirt!

Bob rips shirt on door

OK, now I'm pissed! Who the &@#* put a chair in the middle of the door? I mean, look at this rip:

A close look at my ruined shirt

I'm angry, my shirt is ruined and look who's coming around the corner:

Paula (formerly of Paula's notes) propped

the door open with the chair and ruined
my shirt (Paula didn't want her photo
taken for this story)
"No, I didn't!" Was her response to my accusations. I said, "Yes, you did!" I think I have a pretty good argument. You can't get black shirts like that these days. At least not in my size, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. That was a joke against myself. Damn. Anyway, Paula, you owe me a shirt or one hundred dollars for my pain and suffering, make that one hundred and fifty dollars.

That's it! Like last weekend, I may put up an addition to my novel on Saturday. However, I think I'm going to hold off for a week to let it simmer. Have a great weekend. God Bless America.