As a bonus

for helping my boss move out of his old condo, my right knee has turned to jello. What's odd is I didn't hurt it, "that I know of." The move was relatively easy and I didn't lift anything which would endanger my chances of children so, I don't know what happened. The best part of the whole night, besides the free steak n' cheese pizza was watching 3 guys try and get a couch out of a door about the size of a mouse hole. At one point DD says, "unbelievable, it's like watching a monkey trying to fuck a basketball." I think I almost shit myself laughing at that one.

My weekend was uneventful as I was laid up with jello-knee. Today, I went back to work and walked gingerly around as things went down. The L7 was all, "you might have to go back on desk duty." I told him to go fuck himself as there was some asshole on the night shift, who came into work for two months hobbled around with a cane and did absolutely nothing. The response didn't go over well but it kept my out of the office.

I'm getting restless. There needs to be some sort of fucking change in my life soon or things are going to get very hum-drum and vanilla and JJ can't have that. He doesn't stand for vanilla, you know. At any rate, things should be getting more interesting on here and maybe, just maybe, you will come back again and again and perhaps tell all your friends.

I hope you all are well.

Cheers,
JJ