ANother distress to my distressed soul

... the grass cutter...

Damn, Today is tueday, the grass cutting day.

I have no idea why they must cut grass, and work precisely on time at 8am, and I dont know why it takes so long to finsih.

I only know it is noisy, and interupt my train of thoughts....

And this laptop is too old to be able to take running a statistical package + internet surfing + working on Excel + Word + using the media player at the same time. It hangs!!!!

SO... I have no choice but to listen to that darned grass cutter....
grass cutter...


my brain is so dead that I cant find another word to describe the grass cutter.