Another blank page looking me in the eye — intimidating, yet very sexy. I’d like to submit that opening for the worst opening line of the year.

Sweet Lord it’s HUMID! I’m sitting here stewing in my own juices. I don’t mix well with heat. I don’t know if this is a good time to mention this but I’m still single. Ladies? Hello. Hello? HELLO!!!!!!!!!!

I played the lotto last night. The older I get the more I seem to rely on the lottery for my retirement plans. Oh, don’t kid yourself, it’s a gamble but I figure somebody has to win it. Actually, I haven’t figured it all out yet. I’d just like to get some extra scratch in my account. I go to the same lottery place every week. Tonight he asked me if I was ready for a new life, “You ready for a new life buddy?” ha ha ha. “Hell yes!” was my answer. Then we said ‘God bless you’ to each other.

When I got home, I turned on the tube. Total Recall was on the dial. It just came on; it was kismet. But after T3 on Sunday and re-watching Terminator twice in the last two weeks, I’m on Arnold overload. So I kicked it over to Discovery.

Trivia question for no prize: What Arnold Schwarzenegger film stars Mick Fleetwood and Dweezil Zappa? Answer in tomorrow’s diary. That’s actually pretty easy. And no cheating! Damn Internet.

And now for a new segment to bobborden.com, I call it: Without Telling my Boss, Justin, I’m Going to Instant Message Him and See What Response I Get. Here we go:

Bob: Hey, what’s up!
Justin:

Ten minutes past and he didn’t write back. Damn! Well, I’m not sure what to do now? OK, that was Without Telling my Boss, Justin; I’m Going to Instant Message Him and See What Response I Get – Tell your friends.

That’s the diary for Tuesday.

Always,

Bob