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Cylons, FedEx, and Pizza Hut

The lonliest FedEx drop-off box on earth.

Here, for your perusal, is the loneliest FedEx drop-off box on earth. The loneliest FedEx drop-off box on earth is located in a dank, creepy, echoing basement in a nondescript building on 7th Ave. just off Hamilton, in Allentown, PA. I find the existence of the loneliest FedEx drop-off box very sad and I often wonder what packages people put into such a forlorn receptacle. I try to drop things off for this uncherished container as often as I can. Usually very unsatisfactory fare - reports and boring forms - but I don't think this is enough for the loneliest FedEx drop-off box on earth. I have a good mind to send a letter to the president of FedEx and ask what's up. Anthropomorphize much?

Last night, in an effort to be as efficient as possible, I decided to go to bed early so as to rise at the ungodly hour of 11 p.m. in order to see the latest episode of Battlestar Galactica, after which I would go back to bed until my regular wake up call of 3:30 a.m. To try and tape it would involve moving cables around and so I found this easier, if you can imagine that. Naturally, when I went back to bed at midnight I dreamt about the show. I dreamt that Cylons stole my small, backup cat. The Cylons and I each lived in a farm house across a field from one another. I looked in the window of the Cylon's farm house and saw my little Darby sleeping in the kitchen with a gaggle of other black and white kitties. I wondered why the Cylons wanted black and white cats. If the Sci Fi Channel would schedule their best shows at a normal hour I wouldn't have to deal with things like this. What are they teaching the kids in business school these days?

At a loss about what to have for supper tonight, I went to the Pizza Hut in Hazleton, PA to find out why that restaurant is always so busy. It's still a mystery as far as I'm concerned.
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being the type of person i am, i would have to drop little love notes into the loneliest fed ex drop-off box if i were there. kind of like how i like leave sweet tarts packets and rubber/plastic bugs and party favor toys in the "tip pitcher" at the soup place next door for the girls who work there....i wonder if they know it's me who be giving them toys and candy instead of money. i really do hope that doesn't get annoying.