Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Monday, April 6, 2009

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Friday, March 27, 2009

Sat,Sun,Mon,Tue.....

> Saturday
> Take the car to VW Dealership
> Ask Dave if I can borrow his truck for the weekend
> Get the rest of the sheet rock up
> and fix the door
>
>
> Sunday
> Get the tape and the mud up
> Do bills
> Get the CD burned and too CD-
> Disk
>
> Monday
> Go to the Dump!
>
> Tuesday
> Go to the Dump
> Pick up the VW
> Get the Prop Tax Done
> Get a little rest
>

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Resistance of Type A strain attributed to mutation.

He breathed behind the face mask. It made washers of his glasses, so he had to put them down to see from the mask. He was ready to puke but kept it down.
"Lordy Lordy, has the Dr. on duty seen this." he asked the nurse, also in a biomed suit.
She was in looking everywhere but at the sceen.
"No Sir."
She managed to stay back away from the contaminated area.
"Better get him..."
"Right Sir, I think he has headed into the Hospital."
"Not that there is much to tell....."
He bent down to get the tag from what he imainged was the left side of, well, the being. It was all just puss and shit. There was nothing left of a person.
"Swanson, Jeff. BD 09-16-07."
Lets see, that would make him 42.
"Anyone come to see him?"
"No Sir, not sence the orderly came in around 1:16 AM."
Not that he could see his watch, he looked around the room, now it is 4:56 AM. What the hell happen to him.
From his suitcase he removed a Pic-List, and set it up. And backed away from it.
"Yo! Pic!"
The Pic-List did and about turn and faced him.
"Yes Sir."
"Get a shoot on the subject here : Swanson, Jeff."
The Pic-List turned and turned and said.
"Is 'Swanson, Jeff ' here?"
"Over here Pic, this bunch of goo."