A Quicky...

Blue orbs dancing 'round my eyes...
Sounds like a song lyric, huh? Some Frank Sinatra type shit, huh? Well, that's what I got right now. Ever do something completely stupid because you just aren't paying attention? Yeah? Well, I did something really stupid. Like stared into space on the elevator due to sleep and food deprivation. Only problem is, space was the same direction as the ultra bright halogen light in the ceiling of the elevator. Now, everywhere I look I get a blue orb. It's starting to wear off, tho'...I think. Bad enough I got like ten million floaters in my eye among other things, and I have to go and add on to it by inadvertantly staring into a minature sun. Very 'bright" of me...pun intended.
In other news...and let me know if you're tired of hearing about my grill stories, but...here goes anyways...
I call up to order my grub, as it's really close to the cut of time. Now, they apparentlly recognize my voice, so the grill lady (after confirming it was me) hung up on me before I could place my order. She assumed I was going to get what I always get. But ha...! See what happens when you assume?! You make an ass out of ume. Although, I don't know who ume is, tho'. I straightened it out tho'...
Nothing big...I'm done. Nothing drawn out.
What?! I hope you weren't expecting more. You see, I view my journal in the same manner many men view sex... Oh, love to do it, but sometimes don't feel like satisfying anybody but myself. But it's my journal, so there! Hope you got off, I feel great.