No Blood For Napkins!

I don't know how it happened, but for the longest time -- years and years -- there's been a pile of napkins sitting on my desk, between my keyboard and my monitor. I think they mostly got there when I was eating food at my desk; I tend to be overzealous about the number of napkins I take when I eat.

Recently, though, I had a nasty cold, and was blowing my nose regularly. That used up a bunch of them... and they weren't getting replaced, because I knew I had this big pile of napkins and didn't need to bring back more with me. Finally, this week, after a couple snacks, some pimples, and the way my right ear started bleeding (from a dry spot I couldn't stop scratching at on the lobe, not 'bleeding out the ear' or anything), I managed to burn through my entire Strategic Napkin Reserve.

It was the end of an era.

Of course, now that I don't have any napkins lying around, I have to take more back with me whenever I get a snack -- for instance, I took four with the donut I had after lunch. Like a pheonix, the pile of napkins shall be reborn!

Only, not really at that much at all like a pheonix, since if I set the pile of used napkins in the trash can on fire, it'd set off the sprinklers and ruin all my... er...

Wait a second. There *aren't* any sprinklers. I don't see any sign of fire suppression equipment at all! This place is a deathtrap! We're all doomed!

I don't pray for George Bush's death

I try not to pray for *anything*, because if my prayers are answered it's always in a pyrhhic manner. Whatever's watching over me, it doesn't like me asking for favors.

If I take the Sandman/Vertigo pantheon as my religion (and why not?), that means it must be Lucifer. Damn it.

At any rate, I don't think killing the president would be a good idea -- the precedent in such cases is that the victim's spouse takes office. And while that might be acceptable for a Senator, I don't think we want a random first lady thrust into the Presidency. Or even Tricky Dick Mk II. }:P