Ugh. You know what I hate? The post office. It's not so much the actual place, or the people that work there, as it is the people who stand in line. And bitch. And bitch. And then complain some. Then bitch some more. If you don't like it there, then leave, no one ever said that we really need you to send 14 packets of Taco Bell Mild Sauce to the Middle East, because I'm pretty sure that they already have some pretty spicy food over there. If anyone knows where I can get a nice big box of an odd shape, give me a holler, because I would really like to know. Until then I am stuck with two signs taking up valuable space in my garage. And now I'm off to buy myself a voice recorder, and maybe from now on you'll be able to listen to me instead of having to kill your eyes reading these tiny little insignificant words. Excellent.