From Twitter 08-12-2010

( Random dull stuff I said on Twitter )

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Awake and not happy

I woke up around 4 AM due to a full bladder and stress. Going to the bathroom relieved the first problem but the stress is still hanging around, even after taking a Xanax.

My therapist asked me how the dating service I joined in 2006 is working out. I had three matches in the past month or so. The first woman said she would call me back after I first talked to her. I never heard from her again even after subsequent calls to her answering machine. The second woman originally said she forgot about the date we arranged, then said she was putting her account on hold for a while.

I didn't even know about the third match until I checked my AOL e-mail account and saw a message from the service saying "we were unable to reach you by phone." That is a complete lie. My phone has an answering machine and Caller ID, so I know they didn't try to call me. I left a message with the woman yesterday and I hope to hear back from her soon.

In any event, my therapist said getting an average of less than 10 matches per year doesn't sound like the service is working hard enough. He suggested taking the company to small claims court. I previously reported them to the BBB, but they basically said "He signed a contract and he's stuck with it." I know they'll do the same if I take them to court, so it's not worth it.

Crapday the 13th got better after a nap

My Xanax started to work around 7:00 this morning, so I was able to go back to bed and get about 3 more hours of on-and-off sleep.

I don't know if I'll be able to afford both (or either) of these trips, but just in case: Only 152 days until Further Confusion, and 195 days until Furry Fiesta!

The joke I found online for today's Toastmasters meeting went over really well:

A maid was cleaning the house when the phone rang. When she answered, the man on the other end asked, "Is my wife there?"

The maid said, "Yes, sir. She's upstairs in bed with her boyfriend."

Now, the man was obviously upset about this, so he said, "I want you to go to the hall closet, get my shotgun and shoot them both."

The maid put the phone down and walked off. A couple minutes later, she picked up the phone and said, "Okay. They're both dead. What should I do with the bodies?"

The man said, "Just toss them into the pool. I'll handle it when I get home."

The maid said, "But, Mr. Smith, we don't have a pool."

The man said, "Mr. Smith? Oh, sorry, I've got the wrong number!"