I'm on a kick of random titles.
Like when you see artwork and its untitled, I think that's a travesty. Or a cop out.
Decidedly so.
I've been here for 33 minutes and I was ready to leave after 6. That is neither here nor there however. Because let's be honest, I was ready to leave an hour and a half before I got here.

Patti and I have gotten into Grey's Anatomy lately. Don't know what that means to half my readership.I know that 50% knows what that means as 25% of it is Patti herself.
George is my favorite.
But the musketeer is on there too. He's a jerk.

The higher ups have brought in another from their former area. That would be Peoria. He's as tall as I am, but a-much wider. And he's got the makings of a really negligent moustache.

He tells me he laments not getting to be able to work out as much as he used to because he used to do it all the time...
I believe NOTHING of his lies.
Used to play football? He hasn't said so, but that I can believe.

He's telling stories trying to make sure I understand where he's talking about in Peoria. But that's ok. We haven't covered the fact of where I'm from and when I was younger where I would have to go to do anything.

I'm starving. I didn't eat any breakfast today. I don't most days, but for some reason I'm almost weak with hunger this morning.

It's slow today, but with each passing customer I grow a little more impatient. The 2620's as I call them. It's a little inside, sure.
The majority of pre-paid phones have the prefix 262-0. And when I say 2620, I'm referring more to the state of mind than I am the actual prepay service.

I'm off to attempt work before it gets to busy for me to finish...