More than one thing lately has made me scratch my head and/or mutter to myself.

1. Yesterday, I was laden with boxes and walking to the post office to send off several of the items I recently sold on eBay. I had managed to cram two boxes into a backpack, though it was being held shut by the straps that let you tighten it rather than the actual zipper that closes the back flap. Another two boxes fit into my large laptop bag without sticking out so much as to make a potential accident. I was holding an additional four boxes in a stack and walking carefully to keep the stack balanced.

   I was about halfway to the post office when a guy in a truck slowed down to match my walking speed and called out of the window.

   "You got a lot of boxes there."

   I replied, "You got a good eye." I figured maybe the guy was going to offer me a ride or something. All the boxes were the red, white and blue Priority Mail boxes you can get for free at the post office, so it was pretty obvious where I was going I thought.

   "You need a bigger bag," he observed.

   Now he was pissing me off. "You're batting a thousand there, Captain Obvious."

   He drove beside me for maybe half the next block and then sped up and left me walking.

2. Also yesterday, I was awake for almost a full three hours before I realized that I had forgotten to put on my glasses in the morning.

3. It's been over a month since the company for which I am doing a small freelance project has bothered to contact me in any way. At the end of July I wrote them to let them know that I had a few simple questions about the system that were not covered in the specifications, and that I would need to have them answered before I could finish everything up (and thus collect the rest of the payment for the project upon delivery). They replied saying that they were having a server emergency and wouldn't be able to get back to me until "Monday at the earliest."

   Five Mondays have passed since I received that email.

4. My girlfriend's dogge got very very sick out of nowhere not long ago, and it took more than one vet several days to determine what was wrong with her. She's going to be okay, but it turns out that the illness she had was a mild case of some crazy thing carried by ticks.

   She must have been bitten by a tick that carried the illness. The tick must have bitten her and then went on its merry way. Apparently, had the tick stuck around and latched onto the dogge for an extended period of time, it most likely would have killed her.

5. I had some terrible gas most of yesterday, and at one point while squatting down to lift some boxes in my studio, I expelled a fart that sounded almost exactly like a pair of pants ripping on the seam. I knew I had farted, but for a few seconds I had actually fooled myself into thinking that I had also split my pants.

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"Undercover Funny" (Atom and His Package - Redefining Music)