A DIARY

Friday, January 8, 2010

January 9th

Well the week's work is done, and it was a slog. Not used to putting in that many hours and with that few breaks, but it will be worth it when the pay packet comes around. The sides streets are still full with snow, and only now getting some attention. I have Mondays through Fridays IHT, unread sitting on my desk here at home. Will probably just put them into the recycling bin. That doesn't mean I haven't had some time for the news. Reading this is a twice or trice yearly accordance in the Korean rags. It's all dome and gloom for Korea if the exchange rate goes too high, or reversely its all mayhem and people selling gold rings just to eat if the exchange rate weakens and Korea uses too many dollars to buy raw materials needed to manufacture. Toddlers have better control of the pants wetting than the ricetards getting scared about how to do their jobs correctly and pissing in them. Give it a break please.


The pub last night was filled to Texans watching the Rose bowl. Watched the first half and then left. I declare we give Texas Mexico, or that was all I could think about being in the pub's environs last night.