I have voicemail for the home and I love it. But I'm not getting any calls, that's getting a little annoying. Who the hell wouldn't want to call me? Where's the love? The only calls I get are sales calls. I don't mean to be a grumpy Gus ('Grumpy Gus,' who the heck says that?) but I just checked my messages and I'm getting tired of hearing the lady say, "You have no new messages." I might as well unplug the phone and go back to the telegraph.
I entered the computer race yesterday by purchasing a DSL for the old computer. Excuse me for a second -- YAWN! -- OK, I'm back.
In my diary yesterday I had a photo of my ceiling lamp where the dirt looked an awful lot like Richard Nixon. I thought it was a pretty good likeness and I was expecting a lot of hits on the message board. Instead, I got nothing. At first I thought, 'could I have been wrong about the popularity of a likeness of a former President of the UNITED STATES that was found in the dirt of my ceiling lamp? Am I that out of touch with my audience? Maybe it's time I moved on to something else.' It was a hard, soul-searching day. But then I thought, 'screw them, I'm ahead of my time -- A found likeness of Richard Nixon is genius.'
On the way to work yesterday, I saw a guy passed out on the sidewalk. Firefighters were trying to revive him. Pretty sad way to start the day. I think he was homeless, that's a tough way to go. Then the night before I had another "experience" with a homeless man on the subway where the train wasn't smelling too wonderful. I felt bad for the guy. I don't know why I'm mentioning these things, sometimes the inhumanities of the world just touch me in a way that I don't think anyone else can understand. Does that make any sense at all? This has been another installment of the hit new feature to bobborden.com: Bob Cares -- Tell Your Friends!
I think I have a mild cold. I'm feeling a little run down this week. Just thought I'd mention that so that ten years from now when I look back on my diaries, I'll be able to say, 'hey, I wasn't feeling so great ten years ago, huh.'
That's it!
Do me a favor, hug someone today, you'll feel better.
Stay wonderful,
Bob
