Idle Hands are the Devil's Pointy Pokey Thing.. or Somechit

Holy jeebus the boredom.

I've entered like three orders today, for a grand total of about $500. Other than a small pile of filing that I really don't feel like dealing with, I don't have anything productive to do. In an effort to keep myself entertained and looking busy, I have:

Doodled on enough scrap paper to take down the entire southeastern quadrant of a Chilean rainforest..

Changed my internet radio station three times, from hard rock to 80's pop stuff to oldies...

Watched a half an episode of The Riches on Hulu..

Doodled some more..

Signed up for the message board on Eddie Izzard's website.. then remembered that I don't do message boards 'cuz I always end up pissed off, running off at the mouth and getting death threats...

Checked my site stats approximately 1,583,239 times...

Cruised the website for The Late Late Show to make sure Craig Ferguson is still scheduled for Athens, Georgia on September 19, noting that the link to the venue still takes you to a website for Foxwoods in effin' CONNECTICUT...

Doodled...

Wondered why in the hell Craig Ferguson doesn't have his own website, like his buddy Eddie, instead of depending on that perpetually borked up example of fucktardedness maintained by a certain television network..

Visited the tool crib to stock up on rubber bands for Cutie Patootie's visit next week and the inevitable combat which will take place...

Read some blogs...

Randomly recited the beginning lyrics to Stairway to Heaven when Tiny asked me who was waiting in the front lobby...

And there's three hours to go. Ya'll have been forewarned.

Later Taters!