I think someone suggested that I become more optimistic and loving. Let me let you in on a little secret. IT AIN’T HAPPENING. For example, my sister (yeah, the one who does all the knitting and sewing and seems like such a nice person unless you’re her brother) tells me every single day that since I’m starting a new job, I better get a prescription for Prozac and heavily medicate myself. She ain’t all fluffy bunnies and knit cats. I bet she knocked over a few little old ladies and pushed some kids out of the way to get that ice cream. OK, so she probably didn’t hurt anyone to get the ice cream, but you should see what I’m getting at. Nobody expects me to be nice without medication and my sister is no help.

So, why haven’t I posted? I really have little to talk about. I need to keep digging a hole around the house foundation. I keep driving to Scappoose to help a guy build this aluminum antenna monstrosity. I keep trying to chat with women on the internet and when they reply I bore them to tears and they quit talking to me. THE SAME THING AS EVERY OTHER DAY.

I suppose I could mention I saw one of the women from the gym on a date today with a guy who looked like he wanted to thumb wrestle me for the title of King Geek. Well, he wasn’t building ham radio antennas all afternoon and he was on a date, so I guess I WIN.