Thursday, June 1, 2006

Trickle of a chuckle as laughter starts to pour
Bells begin to jingle the trickles now a roar
Pan floutist, cloven dancer
The mischief has begun
Laugh with me if it's funny, laugh at me if it's fun
And I don't know St. Peter but I know he believes
There's a place in heaven for Jesters, Dreamers & Thieves
Jesters, Dreams & Thieves- Edwin McCain

I think its really a matter of "When it rains it pours" concerning my dreams... I had another weird one involving Jurassic park type situations and stuff.... I've more or less forgotten most of it... I just remember parts that I know I've dreamed about before... they tend to fall in patters of repetativness...

Anyway... Funny story ((if you find other people's misery funny...))... My city just passed a by-law that makes smoking more or less illegal unless its outside or inside your own house/car/bubble... So this makes the smoke room at work no longer existant... Funny part is about 60% of the crew smokes... so anyway... they arent allowed to smoke inside anymore.... which means that the superviser has to let them out each break to go puff puff on the good old cancer stick... anyway.... I was thinking at one point during the night.... what if we were attacked by killer aliens or something ((This is comming from a person who usually considers how she would react if attacked by zombies/ wearwolves/ ninjas/ hordes or bored people who had nothing better to do than invade a Zellers to attack the night crew...))... So... Im thinking of a good place to hide the attack out... cause Im lazy like that and I dont think I could take on a whole group of killer creatures on my own... I may be able to lift a pallet almost over my head ((when I try.... but serioulsy.... why the hell would I do that?)) but I can not.... I repeat... CAN NOT kill a group of killer aliens with my hands ((I swear Zanorich... if I get a killer robot from Venus joke....)) nor safety knife.... Im on my last good blade.... thats not going to do any damage what so ever... SO ANYWAY!! Im thinking of good places to hide in the store... There is this one really cool corner when the shelves are wide enough I could sit in the corner and watch all the havoc and still be hidden propperly behind one of those security mirrors... but.... that would involve getting a ladder and stuff.... then theres in the pharmacy cage thing.... I doubt killer aliens could break through one of those security chain mesh screens they put up..... even with the lazer guns and such..... So I come to the conclusion that if forced to hide in the store as oppose to run away screaming down the road... the best place to hide would be in the cardboard compactor..... Unless they find me.... and turn on the compactor... in which case I would be a very VERY flat Sita....

In the end.... the moral of the story and the point of this whole random post...



Have a good one all... Im happy I never took up the puff puff on the cancer stick....
Sita
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