Stream of Conscious

Hello Everyone:

I am tired.  I've been writing like a fiend this afternoon, getting caught up on some work and this morning, I went grocery shopping.  I'm fit to drop.  I had another reminder of my unemployed status today when my car had difficulty starting.  Admittedly, it's almost fifteen years old and it's high time for a new car.  The fact that I can't afford a new car just reinforces the fact that I don't have a job.  To wit, I reacted by lashing out a the Man in White.  I figure if anyone is to blame, it's H-I-M.  After all, doesn't HE control the universe, at least that's what I've been told.  I guess lashing out at an actual person is useless so the Man in White is a convenient target for my anger.  The rest of the day went pretty smoothly.  Now I'm hungry and still have one more errand to run.  I need some chocolate.  I need dinner.  I kind of have an idea what I want to make myself for dinner, at least dessert is covered.  A Hostess™fruit pie-yum.  I wouldn't mind a massage right about now, perhaps a certain tall, dark, British bass player is available?  A girl can only dream, sigh.  O.K. I'm really rambling here.  I've been rambling a lot this week haven't I.  This what happens when write stream of conscious, random words and phrases just come out.  Thoughts just pop out of nowhere and onto the screen.  Alright I'll stop babbling.