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    Wednesdays are better than ever!  Now, the choice isn't just limited to 99 cent Whoppers at Burger King.  You can also choose 39 cent burgers at McDonald's or, matching the price, 39 cent bean burritos at Taco bell.  With this veritable Smorgas Board of cheap yumminess who needs to cook at home?  I deserve a break  today.   If I can get it my way without cooking then I'm gonna make a run for the border.  
Two bean burritos with CA tax included will cost you 84 cents and gastro-intestinal discomfort for 2 hours.  That's one hour per burrito when you eat two.  Only one half hour if you eat one.  It's somehow exponential, but does max out after the fourteenth burrito.  Mild, hot, and fire sauces operate as independent variables.  Tortilla moisture is codependent on  refried pinto bean viscosity.
Cleanliness of employees' hands is interval based and follows a sporadic binomial distribution.  Paired random variables include heat applied to burrito and method of heating.  As of yet no uniform distribution has been defined for the variables.
At any rate, I'd say my stomach will work this two bean burrito nightmare out in a matter of minutes now.

I have restocked the coffee supply in the house, liberated money from my bank account and can now relax in front of the computer.  Which isn't very relaxing when Photo deluxe freezes and gives me not enough memory errors, the scanner distorts images and windows makes a general nuisance of itself.  Granted, I'm lucky I even have these things to complain about.  There are people out there that'd love to have my problems, including the Taco Bell digestion dilemma.

EarthLink called and offered me the job of technical support representative and I took it.
Did I have a choice?  No, not when the price of two bean burritos, tax not included, represents a significant percentage of the current total wealth.  I really had no choice.  And what's more, no paycheck will I be receiving before Christmas.  It's a Charlie Brown Christmas for me.  Popcorn it is.  But I don't really care since as I mentioned before, Xmas seems a rather empty gesture in L.A.  It is acknowledged because it is.  Much the same way we stop for red lights.  It is automatic.  It is done.  To ignore it requires more deliberation than recognizing its authority.  Okay, so my redlight/christmas comparison lacks the finer qualities of a genuine aphorism, give me a fucking brake, I'm not Oscar Wilde.  Yer witty, very witty.

I get interupted from typing for a half hour and find it irritating that there is no way to truly impress the effect the passing of time has on the flow of the words cumming from my fingers.  I cum language.  A giant God-Cock, 'let there be language.'  Don't climb a ladder too high and attempt to reach for that dick in the sky because as surely as the penis rained language upon us, it can scramble our tongues as adeptly as a Perkin's cook scrambles eggs.  The interuption was in the form of a phone call from Mark.  We's hammerin' out the details for a mini UWEC alumni gathering with one other fellow alumniac this weekend.

Back to scanning and resizing and superimposing and the whole headachey mess that is my hobby.  Ta-ta.

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