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Anyway, one of the things that we talked about was my will. I told him what I wanted everyone to have when I die, and it pretty much breaks down to: JD and Tyler split my computer stuff and my music stuff and mechanic's tools; Andy gets my fishing stuff; and Matt gets my woodworking tools.

And JD gets the website and the name Nilknarf.net into perpetuity, of course.

But JD said that he wanted more: all of my junk. Like he said, nobody else would want it or know what to do with it, and Karen sure as hell wouldn't want to bother with it. Deal, I say.

Three hours of sleep, tops, is what I got last night, and that in one-hour increments. Went to bed at 22:30... finally got up at 00:15 and stayed up until 01:45, when I just. Couldn't. Stay. Awake.

Heh. Last time I looked at the clock during that segment: 03:15.

Woke up at 04:30. Went to the bathroom, sure that I could go right back to sleep. Uh huh.

I remember looking at the damned clock at 05:15. The alarm went off at 06:30, and I snoozebarred until 07:15. Luckily, I'd taken a shower and shaved the first time that I got up last night.

Pud day at work. Pud, absolutely. We had three short-lived busy spells, and the rest was pud. People not showing up for thier appointments, or people who had eaten after being told not to. Slack time.

Another story: I almost killed a woman today.

Going to work, there was a guy in an older car who blew a stop sign in front of me. He neither looked right or left, I had a good view of him a quarter of a block before the stop sign. No big deal, jackass. There was a car behind him, a woman in a newer car. For some stupid reason, I thought that she would stop. Nope, she blew through the stop sign too.

For a split second, I thought: I will take this skofflaw woman out, I will.

But I didn't. No, I slammed on the brakes, and stopped about a foot from hitting her. She saw me, and I saw the look of terror on her face, she thought that she was gonna die... I would have hit her on the driver's side, and she might well have died. (It did enter my mind that I might die, too.)

But I didn't. And she sped merrily on her way, no doubt with fecal material in her pants. And I really, really hope that she will think twice before she runs another stop sign.

Yeah, wishful thinking, that.

Stupid bitch.

And she was probably following her boyfriend, that stupid son-of-a-bitch.

And just how, you might wonder, am I gonna twist this around to make it babybush's fault? Because he is the ultimate skofflaw, that's how. And they are both good right-wing republican religious nuts, following in their fearsome (not a typo!) leader's footsteps, that's how.

And you thought that it couldn't be done, heh. Ye of little faith....

So, sleep-deprived, this concludes today's edition of the nilknarf news.