Cotton mouth.

Well, I felt quite dehydrated yesterday. I don’t think it had anything to do with the night of drinking, or the 1.3 mile walk to the hardware store in 95°F heat, or the run up the stairs of death in the same heat. It must have been something else.

In any case, I was feeling too good about myself, what with the impending doom at Megacorp, or the lack of anything interesting in my social front, so I decided to temper my good feelings with another trip to an online dating site. Same people. Same lack of response. Good to see that you can count on some things.

Time to see if I can find my copy of, “I Don’t Like Mondays,” by The Boomtown Rats.