Today has been the busiest day for me in weeks; seems all the bad karma I've built over the past year has thrown a flying whoopee at me. Children to deal with (my grown delinquents), bills to pay, paperwork out the bazooka, prepare a bid for a job, run to the bank, and finally have a TV dinner for my day's repast. Ugh; yuck; and phooey. No wonder folks say I'm a cynic.I understand through the grapevine ol' Joe/Ken is going to make a visit. You remember Joe, the perfect clone I had made of myself back in March? I hope that turkey stays away. Never in my life have I wanted kill anyone, at least not until Joe came on the scene. I've changed all my passwords on the computer, so maybe he can't screw around with that. I'm afraid what he can screw around with is my wife, just like he did before I bought him a one way bus ticket to Los Angeles. What a sorry piece of work he is. Christmas is bad enough, and he can only make it unbearable.
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