There is something disconcerting about having Thursday off and then having to go to work Friday. It feels like you're being forced to go to work on a Saturday.

On my way to work I met Mr and Mrs Pigeon at their usual spot. They seemed to be fighting. Although it might just have been mating, I'm not sure. Maybe pigeons like it rough. But one of them (let's be chauvinistic and guess it was Mr Pigeon) was chasing the other. And it almost looked like he was hitting her with his wings. It was quite a spectacle. Wether they were fighting or making sweet ruff love I think it proves that they must be a couple. Possibly married.

Work itself was farely smooth. Bent the Boss said his goodbyes. He's off on vacation. Good for him. Us lowly workers can enjoy no such treats. He's going off into the sunset with his wife. No exact plans about where they're going. "Probably Alsace". I like that way of vacationing. Going where the weather is best, off on adventure.

I like any way of vacationing.

Peter is home on vacation. The time he has not spent occupying "my" computer and blowing smoke has been used to check out his new appartment in our complex. It's his now. Although he won't be moving in for a few months yet. But it's there. He has a place. Five minutes away from ours. Talk about disconcerting.

Much disconcert all around. Our neighbours have the most freakish owl figurine outside their front door. It's like a garden gnome. Except there's no garden. And it's not a gnome. And it's bloody evil.

I'm not sure you can see how evil it really is. Click it for a zoomed out version. But you have to imagine going around a corner and seeing that thing sitting there. It has happened to me countless times. You see it and invariably go "what the  %¤/& is that?!?". And then it registers. It's an owl. There is an owl sitting there like a watch dog. Have you watched Twin Peaks? The owls are not what they seem, man. It always takes me a few seconds before I realize that it's not actually a living owl sitting there waiting for me. It freaks me BLOODY out. I tell you.

And there is more disconcertion (I am aiming to use up my yearly quote of the usage of that word). Another dream. I thank you all for the positive vibes. Maybe they will kick in soon. But last night there was another bad dream. One part was particularly bad. I am going to describe it. It involves genitals. The faint of heart can skip to the next paragraph now. Ready? Okay, well first off I was trying to cheat some employment guy. And he found out. And I bailed. And escaped. But then I discovered that my penis was pierced. Hehe. I'm a straight-no-chaser boring guy, I don't have any piercings. I probably never will. Unless Skye forces me. But anyway, I had some ring thing in the dream. And. I decided to pull it out. So I did. And it left two big holes in my penis head. Aaaaauw. Auw. Ouw. Okay, I know I didn't describe it very well but I'm sure that if you're a guy then you're going ouw along with me. Just the thought makes me shiver. It was very painful. I'll tell you this right now: I'm never getting my penis pierced. No matter what Skye or anyone ever says.

Alritey.

I had a pointless video clip from my bus trip. But my movie page is not operational. Problems with the host. Too bad. I think we could all use something to take our minds off evil owls and genitaliae.

But what can you do. Happy weekend to you all.

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