I'm not really in my usual writing mood, but I'm feeling restless, so maybe this will help.
Remember the douchebag that broke the window at my store? Fucking 10-year-old kid. He wasn't trying to break in or anything, he was just being a little shit. Hollywood had basically booted him out because he was wandering around for like an hour and not buying anything, so maybe it was a retaliatory sort of thing. But still. Can you believe that shit?
Tuesday was a pajama day. Got caught up with my weekly television episodes, continued to drink alcoholic cold remedies, and did a lot of sleeping. The congestion has dissipated, but my throat is still horribly sore every day when I wake up, which is wreaking havoc on my singing voice. Anyone who has been around me long enough knows that I love to sing in the car - it's one of those little things about life that I get to enjoy every day, and now I can't do it, and it's pissing me off.
On Bart's recommendation, which is always solid, I splurged and ordered all three "Dexter" novels from Amazon. They came today, so I'm sure a lot of my free time over the next few days will be spent reading through them. If they're even half as good as the show, I doubt I'll be able to put them down.
Went out to Clicks tonight with Dave. It had been like a month since our last visit, maybe even longer, and apparently every little bit of billiards-related skill I had managed to acquire during our weekly visits disappeared, because I played like absolute shit tonight. It was embarrassing. But we still got to hang out for a couple of hours, chat with Dejah, and drink. Can't complain too much about that.
Alright. It's after midnight, and I'm still recuperating from the 16-hour workday I had yesterday. I only slept about 4 hours before going back in to open the store this morning, so the fatigue is catching up. It's crash time.
Remember the douchebag that broke the window at my store? Fucking 10-year-old kid. He wasn't trying to break in or anything, he was just being a little shit. Hollywood had basically booted him out because he was wandering around for like an hour and not buying anything, so maybe it was a retaliatory sort of thing. But still. Can you believe that shit?
Tuesday was a pajama day. Got caught up with my weekly television episodes, continued to drink alcoholic cold remedies, and did a lot of sleeping. The congestion has dissipated, but my throat is still horribly sore every day when I wake up, which is wreaking havoc on my singing voice. Anyone who has been around me long enough knows that I love to sing in the car - it's one of those little things about life that I get to enjoy every day, and now I can't do it, and it's pissing me off.
On Bart's recommendation, which is always solid, I splurged and ordered all three "Dexter" novels from Amazon. They came today, so I'm sure a lot of my free time over the next few days will be spent reading through them. If they're even half as good as the show, I doubt I'll be able to put them down.
Went out to Clicks tonight with Dave. It had been like a month since our last visit, maybe even longer, and apparently every little bit of billiards-related skill I had managed to acquire during our weekly visits disappeared, because I played like absolute shit tonight. It was embarrassing. But we still got to hang out for a couple of hours, chat with Dejah, and drink. Can't complain too much about that.
Alright. It's after midnight, and I'm still recuperating from the 16-hour workday I had yesterday. I only slept about 4 hours before going back in to open the store this morning, so the fatigue is catching up. It's crash time.
padre:
Well at best you can enjoy your books to read. After you've caught up on sleep of course