They call me Costanza

Well, I’ve seriously gotta get my office setup. Why? Because I need to sync my Visor with my laptop. Sure, I could just plug my Visor’s cradle into the laptop as it sits on the dining room table, but that’s not my style. Anyways, back to me being Costanza. My wallet is as thick as a couple of good sized steaks, probably two inches at its thickest part. And that’s why they call me Costanza. We were driving back from Macaroni Grill tonight when I realizied that the absence of my PDA from my back left pocket was creating an imbalance in my pants (get your mind out of the gutter…there’s only room enough for me there). As I sat in the drivers seat, travelling down Higgins Road, I felt as if my whole left butt cheek was levitating over the seat, resting all of my 180 pound frame on my right butt cheek, entirely supported by my wallet. I suppose it wouldn’t be so bad if I could just take all those receipts out of my wallet and put them somewhere until I get the computer up and running so I can put the data into Quicken (I am so anal retentive about Quicken). There’s gotta be a better system for me than this. I mean, I am a master of electronics and the many conveniences it brings. Why can’t I find a good solution to my receipt madness?

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