NINETY-FIVE

All I did at work today was feed paper into a printer for this huge job that we had to reprint because the person doesn't know how to fill out a request form. Oh yeah, and the previous set we printed for her got thrown away by some stupid friggin' janitor. So, that's all I did at work today. Tired of the open to close and really getting sick of it. Same song, different day.
When I got home I wanted to go to the store and get goodies. Martha agreed so, I put the leftover 15 bean soup on the stove and we were off. The store seemed a little crowded. Made me think that maybe people were panic shopping because of the impeding threat of the state of Michigan possibly closing down. Seems our lovely, pain in the you know where, governor couldn't hack it and now we might get a shut down. Wheeeee!
I doubt it will happen, but not being a prophet, who knows what will occur. We'll see on the first of October.
I made sure to get a nice, crusty loaf of french bread to go with the soup. It was amazing. Even better the second time around. I will have to make this one again with a big ham bone in it I think.
Full of soup and bread Martha and I watched Resurrection Of The Daleks with Peter Davison as The Doctor. We made it through one and a half episodes before nodding off. I woke up long enough to turn off the DVD player and leave the BBC on to sleep to.