Anyone need a job picking my nose? Apply herein

So, I got another call from Adonis yesterday, telling me his office has blocked my blog so that he can no longer read it while he sits at his desk pretending to work.

I feel sorry for you, Adonis. Really, I do.

And then I felt kind of proud that they felt it necessary to block my blog. I should probably get an award for that because, in my opinion, this is a HUGE success! Who doesn't want to be blocked by the federal government?!

And then Adonis told me I should email him my posts, or type them out in Microsoft Word and email them to him so that he can read them at work instead of doing his job. 

I told him I didn't have time for that, and Adonis laughed at me because he knew I had tons of time. But alas, I no longer have the time to even scratch my left buttock crease because, guys, I start my library job today, and I am still doing my biology course, which is a hell of a lot harder than my biology course last year, which is kind of making me freak out a little bit because I can't Google the answers to my questions, so I actually have to think, and we all know what happens when I do that.

Not only that, but I might be starting a second job any day now. Yeah, you heard correctly, folks. A second job. That means I will now also not have time to brush my hair or teeth, or even probably sleep, because altogether, I'll be working and studying more hours than there are hours. Did that make sense? Not sure.

I'll go into more detail with this second job once it firms up, which might be today.

Meanwhile, Adonis is sad because he can no longer read my blog at work, so I suggested kindly that he read it once he gets home, but he didn't like that idea because Adonis likes to cause his sister grief. Apparently, his wife, WoodNymph, is on the computer ALL THE TIME (his words, not mine, WoodNymph), so he would never have the chance to get on and check out my blog, and although I have a smidgen of sympathy for him, I pretty much don't care because I know damn well WoodNymph has to get up at some point to pee. I'm not that stupid, Adonis.

Adonis and WoodNymph will probably never speak to me again now that I've written this post. Not that I'll ever have the time to listen to them anyway...