Mind full of nothin...

It's been over a week since I've posted, but as I sit here now, I realize that I have jack shit to say at the moment.

I'll try anyway, if only to make you happy.

*Looks like I'll be leaving my current workplace at Kennametal in Clemson by the end of next week. It seems that another IDG site just closed, and one of its buyers is now without a home, so the Kennametal site will be taking her next Monday. Which means that IDG will no longer need me in Clemson. So, I'll only be there next week as long as it takes someone to figure out where to send me. I'm hoping back to Honeywell; from what I've seen, they can always use an extra hand there. Plus, Honeywell is 7 minutes away. Which is nice.

*So, anyway, I fell on my face at the Earth Fare the other day. I was wearing some new work boots, special "slip-resisitant" botts that were actually not slip-resisitant. At all. But, that's not why I fell. As I was driving home from Clemson, I found that the new boots were bothering my ankles as I drove. So, I untied the boots and and loosened them up to give my ankles room to move. When I got to Earth Fare, I kept the boots untied, but I tucked the loose laces into the boots so that I wouldn't trip over them. Unfortunately, I did not slip my pants legs back down over the boot tops. As a result, the little metal hook things at the tops of my boots were uncovered. Now, I did not realize this fact, but apparently, if a person is not paying close attention, these metal hook things can kind of slide against one another as a person is walking. If the hook things slide against one another enough times, they might catch on one another, and lock together. When this happens, Patrick goes down in slow-motion, AT-AT style. I think I even made a "reooowrr" sound as I went down. Luckily, no one saw me. Or if they did, they were kind enough to move away quickly so that when I managed to pull myself back up I saw no one around. I limped up to the checkout with my basket of purchases, amazed that I had broken nothing. The checkout dude asked me how I was doing. "Well, I just fell, but other than that, good."

"Dude," the checkout dude asked, "was it a slick spot on the floor?" He sounded concerned in his dude-way. I think he was sorry that my mellow apparently had been harshed.

"No, it was my stupid boots!" said I, sounding just as dumb as my stupid boots. Then I took my bags and limped out to my truck.