I finally got my powers back to their full, ready to go potential. So, of course on my lunch break a biug ugly flying saucer starts zipping above the New York skyline shooting these heat rays at the Brooklyn Bridge. I of course work on the Upper West Side, so in terms of getting their in back, my whole lunch hour was completely sucked dry. And not to mention the pollen today is terrible. I zapped the flying saucer and it wobbled and took off, kind of anti-climactic. Who cares? The real crime is that I'm back behind the desk knowing that I just saved the city tons of money, not to mention nasty insurance companies, and I still go back to making under $500 a week. Are headaches part of allergies or is that reason spinning around my head trying to get out?
If I was one of those detective super heroes, I'd be all curious where that flying saucer came from. But I could really give two craps. I'm not one of those detective heroes. I'm one of those desk jobs, could give two craps heroes.
I need to make some weekend plans.
Aw nuts, my secret source at the NYPD just IM'd me again. Professor Hell jumped bail. I can't stand that guy. I'm getting an itch on my back. I want to slap him. Why do they grant supervillains bail to begin with? Who made these rules?
