Be vewy qwiet I'm huntin wabbits

It's quiet at work today. It's almost unnverving. I'm pretty good at blocking out the noise on most days but when it's too quiet I always get the sense that I'm missing something. I start to think if I'm not working enough. To remedy this I blog. I know, it's counteractive to working but who cares?

I had a pretty good Easter weekend. I spent a lot of time on my motorcycle. I went on a mini roadtrip with a friend. We went riding locally. He jumped on his new bike and we took it out to break it in.

I spent Easter day with my family. I hung out with my siblings (That's such a stupid word...sibling) and we got fat as a result of good old home cooking by mom. Afterwards we all went home. Truly this is in the spirt of

I got to thinking Sunday night. I usually reserve all my thinking for Sunday nights in between Matlock commercials. For the rest of the week I drone through the days like a robot. I'm hoping that one day I'll solve all my problems before Matlock has to go to court. But each Sunday night Matlock shows up in the same suit and wins his case before I solve my problems.

Back to my Sunday night thinking......

I want to be swept off my feet. It's happened once but even that fell apart like a bad jigsaw puzzle. I'd go into details but that would be giving it away. In the mean time I sit and wait. Well not really wait, but I sit because standing too much hurts my knees. It's an old war injury I got back in Nam'. (I never really went to Vietnam. The closest thing to Vietnam I've ever experienced is food. But it sure sounded noble to you didn't it?)

Does anybody here Twitter? It's my new thing. I'm not sure how I found it but I tend to Twitter everyday. I'm trying to bore more people simultaneously by giving them glimpses into my life. You can find me as "AnathematikX' on Twitter.

Right now I'm playing the you IM first game with a girl. I know she sees me online. I know she knows I see her but she always waits for me to IM her first. I think it's funny. Recently I did a purge of my IM list. I deleted everyone on my list and started fresh. It was an online social culling of sorts. Want to IM me? Just ask. I'm even more sexy on instant messenger. Ask around.

Geesh that sounded pathetic. I seriously need to look into becoming more exciting. Maybe I'll start wearing tighter underwear for starters.