Right now, I have two major distractions from my daily ruminations on insomnia, chicks, scratch and the accident:
- I hate Cingular / AT&T with a passion. Pure...white...hot...hatred.
- I have a mouse, in my house.
I could hate them more - I just don't see how.
Regarding point two, my kitchen is like the DMZ. I've got baits, traps, poisons, and at least one Rube Goldberg/Tom & Jerry contraption - all of which, I think are just amusing them.
Mouse1: What's that?
Mouse2: He put out peanut butter.Mouse1: SWEET!
Mouse2: No, it's that healthful crap. The kind where the oil and stuff separate...Mouse1: What the @#$! is wrong with that guy? He needs to get some sleep.
I swear those little bastards are drinking my rum too.
(Video of Pixar's Lifted, removed)
Music: Get on the highway point yourself my way