Nope. No Room.

Sick today (cough cough) but well enough to go to B-Man Christmas Pageant at his Day Care. He was an Inn Keeper and rocked holding the sign that said "No Room". Then we all went to Wendy's for suck food and feelings of being used like a corporate whore. First part rocked. 2nd part- not so much. Why does ALL fast food taste like it's been soaked in grease. OOPS.. because it f*cking has!!

I almost went for a run tonight, but opted to drink beer instead. I was too jacked off at my place of work. I checked my work e mail to see that they changed our vacation policy for 2009. I will still get 4 weeks, but 3 of those weeks will have to be taken as WHOLE weeks. I mean REALLY, does that make sense?? I want to take Friday off to go to a race, so I'll need to take the whole week off? What the fuck? Ah fuck it, I could fucking care less. Notice how I turned the editor off. Who fucking cares?? OK, I'm done. They can fuck me. (note- I have had a few beers, note- I DO NOT GIVE A SHIT!)

Tomorrow is the Pro Bikes Holiday Party. I will be missing it due to Wifey's work Holiday Party, but it sounds like fun. Word has it that Mr. Todd will be spinning some serious hair band tunes, 'cause that's the way he rolls. I will be enjoying a .gov Holiday party. Word has it there's going to be a serious opinion throw down about Disability Benefits. I'll be at the bar, with my head on the bar (enter one Moz quote). Did I mention 7th row? No? Yep 7th row. The Boz side.

Might squeeze a spin in before we drop B. at my Dad's, but I got a lot of shit to do. I mean we ARE spending the night at the Sheraton, so I'll need to get the "naughty box" gear all ready to go. Diaper?- check, Whip?-check, 31 Flavors of Chamois?-Check. Leather mask?-check. OK, I'm good to go... KKKKKKIDING!!

Will it ever stop raining? Will my house heal thyself of leaks? Will I be hungover in the a.m.? Will I get any tonight? THESE are the important questions of the day.

Later.