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.