The Microwave Martians have got me. They've been shooting Lethargy Beams into the Lassitude center of my brain. I tried to get my wife to make me an aluminum helmet, because I couldn't stir myself to go down the hallway, but she went out for walk with a friend, who asked me if I wanted to go with them but I explained about the Microwave Martians, and for some reason she rolled her eyes and walked away.
What was I saying? Oh yeah. Went to work, and sat at the desk and watched Patrick deal with the customers. Offered him a raise to 10.00 an hour for the rest of the summer since he wasn't going to be manager after all.
"You already pay me 10.00 an hour."
"Oh.....well the thought was good."
I think without the sheer terror of opening another store, the Martians are able to penetrate. I feel like a rag doll.
I'm going to go take a nap. They can't get me while I'm sleeping.
Hey, maybe I'll run for mayor. If the Martians will let me.
O.K. I asked. I'm too valuable as a test subject. Besides, they tell me I'm way too weird.
6 days ago