Attention Span of a Bumblebee (UPDATED)

This post will be all over the place.

I don't feel well. In fact, I feel like I've been kicked in the balls. Hard. That's what happens when you pass a tiny kidney stone at work. I have some apologies to make in the morning, because I was a prick to some people who really didn't deserve it.

Some did, don't get me wrong.

The last two times I've had fast food, my order has been wrong. Last week, I didn't get the crust I wanted on my pizza, and tonight my burrito isn't even close to the one I asked for. Maybe these mega-menus have gotten out of hand, because if you fuck up my order, then I really didn't get it "my way" now, did I?

This morning I delivered a huge bag of vermiculite to a co-worker (more on the vermiculite hunt later). She commented on how light it was, and I told her it was made of the crushed hopes and dreams of the people who worked in our office.

If anyone wants to go hiking, backpacking or camping this Spring, Summer or Fall, give a holler. I've got plans for Shenandoah National Park and Prince William Forest Park, at the very least.

Update:

Mixed feelings about this one. A couple of months ago, DC tore up some road to repair and repave. They did the grinding down bit to remove the surface and jackhammered up some other patches. Of course, the following day Winter arrived and they've left the road torn up because it has been too cold to lay asphalt. So every day, about a quarter mile of my commute is like driving through a third world country. A couple of days ago, we had a fluke single day of 70 degree weather. Damned if they didn't get that road paved. Credit where due, someone was actually paying attention.