Have you ever been sick for a couple of days straight? Then what happens? One day you wake up, find you're feeling good, and have a bundle of energy. That's what did me in on Sunday I think.
I started the day with every inclination to be productive some way. Productive on a weekend meaning out of the house (or hotel room) by noon. I almost made it.
So, after my 3-4 obligatory hours of gaming I hop into the truck and head over to the hospital to check my mail. TOO EASY right? Of course, and it goes off without a hitch. Mom sent me more checks so cash is no longer an issue.
Oooops, lemme back up. I had a BigMac attack on the way to the hospital. I pulled into the one over here off of Skibo and the drive through line was wrapped around the store and there were two people waiting past the window for their food, telling me in essence, that McD's drivethrough shit was all fucked up. So I walked in and ordered and was back in my car before they could make another tripple thick milkshake.
Soooooo I'm pulling out of the hospital, it's about 2:45-3:00 and.....I can't remember what the fuck else I'm supposed to do. I'm like, OK, I got shit to do. I'm ready. Uh...what the fuck?
Not wanting to slow my roll I decided to follow through with Saturday's plan for movies.
The fucking theature was packed. Line around the fucking building.
I walked up past the line to check out the showtimes. ShrekII was sold out for the rest of the day and so were the next couple of showings of Troy. Kill Bill Vol 2. was playing if I could get through that monster line in about 20min. I decided to go for it.
time for work....I'll ramble some more later.
6:45pm
Sheesh, I just read all of that and bored myself, but do let me go on.
I made it through the movie line in time. I was feelin' froggy so I bought a ticket for Kill Bill and for Troy. Then walked over to the guy taking tickets who put me in another line.
I had to wait 10min for all the folks seeing Shrek to get seated.
Alright, Tarentino films are fucked up and Kill Bill is no exception.
SPOILER ALERT
The greatest part of that film is when Uma plucks out Darryl Hanna's eye. That was fucking great! Watching her flop around screaming reminded me of when she got shot in Blade Runner. I think Tarentino did it on purpose. He doesn't miss a beat.
I liked Kill Bill (I still left thinking "what a fucked up ending"), but by the time it was over I had a headache and I was hungry. I sat down about 20min before Troy was to come on and I sort of had a mild panic attack. I don't know what the fuck. I get them every once in a great while, usually when I try to quit smoking. *
Well, for whatever reason I couldn't sit still in that fucking seat. I wrestled with myself right up until the lights dimmed and then walked out. $7, but what do I care?
The mild panic attack turned into a nasty case of the blues between the movie theature and a place called The Coffee Scene. I thought that a shot of espresso would help with the headache, but I didn't know what it would do for the anxiety. I thought it would probably make it worse.
There was a smoking hot red headed girl out front when I walked back to my car. She looked like she was maybe 18. Looking at her crushed me. That, or it was just the mood I was in anyway.
I spied a tobacco shop across the street. Nicotine being the other drug I was jonesing for I walked over to it. I walked inside and over in the corner is a short dark haired man. He sat staring at a TV, from wich came a loud Arabic voice.
OK, I'm late for a poker game, but I will come back and finish. There is an actual climax to the whole story
10:42pm
I won $13!
The dark man in the cigarette store didn't pay any attention to me at first, but then he looked up and walked over to the register. He said, "May I help you?" The TV was going in the background and I said "pack of Marlboro lights please." He reached behind the counter and got a pack for me. I handed him a five. He rang it up and then stoped. I noticed the pause and looked up. The til read $497 and some odd change. He said, "Oh my, I have over rung. I put in that you gave me five hundred." I smiled blankly. He gave me 2 and a penny and then said "I will not give you receipt." I gave him another blank smile, shrugged, and made to walk out the door. He said, "have a nice day." I yelled back, "you too."
Some how I walked out of there feeling like I was the ass. I dunno. I was in one of those moods already.
I walked back to my truck and got in. I sipped the last of my espresso and lit a smoke. I sat there for awhile listing off my nots.
I'm not all that smart, I'm not all that handsome, I'm not very driven, and I'm not lucky. I'm not rich, I'm not cool, and I'm not popular. For an NCO in the US Army I'm not very disciplined. I'm not that great at love.* In fact my track record is dismal. I shouldn't date women, because I like them and I just shouldn't do that to them.
Wonderful thoughts eh? Well, I was sitting there letting the smoke curl out of the corner of my mouth thinking these wonderful thoughts when it started to rain.
Perfect.
I watched the water turn into sheets on my windshield for a little while longer and then headed off.
I didn't have any place in mind and I ended up at the Super King Buffet. It's not a bad place. It's got the usual chinese buffet fare and it's got a Mongolian barbeque and sushi.
I proceded to drown my sorrow in sesame chicken, pork fried rice, baked salmon (lots of cheese), a few California rolls, some of those rice noodles, some stuffed mushrooms, and a diet coke.
I ate 'til I hurt and then I felt more a fool then ever. I smiled at the waitress and asked her to bring me my check. I was really wondering how a day that started off with so much promise had turned out like it did. Me sitting alone in a Chinese buffet, wanting to puke, and feeling like the bigest loser ever.
When the waitress cashed me out she brought me my change and a fortune cookie. I always read them because sometimes it really cracks me up. Especially when you add the phrase "In bed" to the end of them.
I didn't do that with this one. It said:
"Your modesty is your greatest virtue."
Some how seeing those words on that little strip of paper made me feel alright. It sounds gay, but I really felt like the world was a good place for that moment and I wondered at myself for a while.
OK, that's it. Now, raise your hand and tell me if you read The Whole Entry
There's a quiz later.
-J
1.note to SGNC. My smoking habit about doubles during, and for awhile after, SGNC events.
2. I'm also not gay
I started the day with every inclination to be productive some way. Productive on a weekend meaning out of the house (or hotel room) by noon. I almost made it.
So, after my 3-4 obligatory hours of gaming I hop into the truck and head over to the hospital to check my mail. TOO EASY right? Of course, and it goes off without a hitch. Mom sent me more checks so cash is no longer an issue.
Oooops, lemme back up. I had a BigMac attack on the way to the hospital. I pulled into the one over here off of Skibo and the drive through line was wrapped around the store and there were two people waiting past the window for their food, telling me in essence, that McD's drivethrough shit was all fucked up. So I walked in and ordered and was back in my car before they could make another tripple thick milkshake.
Soooooo I'm pulling out of the hospital, it's about 2:45-3:00 and.....I can't remember what the fuck else I'm supposed to do. I'm like, OK, I got shit to do. I'm ready. Uh...what the fuck?
Not wanting to slow my roll I decided to follow through with Saturday's plan for movies.
The fucking theature was packed. Line around the fucking building.
I walked up past the line to check out the showtimes. ShrekII was sold out for the rest of the day and so were the next couple of showings of Troy. Kill Bill Vol 2. was playing if I could get through that monster line in about 20min. I decided to go for it.
time for work....I'll ramble some more later.
6:45pm
Sheesh, I just read all of that and bored myself, but do let me go on.
I made it through the movie line in time. I was feelin' froggy so I bought a ticket for Kill Bill and for Troy. Then walked over to the guy taking tickets who put me in another line.
I had to wait 10min for all the folks seeing Shrek to get seated.
Alright, Tarentino films are fucked up and Kill Bill is no exception.
SPOILER ALERT
The greatest part of that film is when Uma plucks out Darryl Hanna's eye. That was fucking great! Watching her flop around screaming reminded me of when she got shot in Blade Runner. I think Tarentino did it on purpose. He doesn't miss a beat.
I liked Kill Bill (I still left thinking "what a fucked up ending"), but by the time it was over I had a headache and I was hungry. I sat down about 20min before Troy was to come on and I sort of had a mild panic attack. I don't know what the fuck. I get them every once in a great while, usually when I try to quit smoking. *
Well, for whatever reason I couldn't sit still in that fucking seat. I wrestled with myself right up until the lights dimmed and then walked out. $7, but what do I care?
The mild panic attack turned into a nasty case of the blues between the movie theature and a place called The Coffee Scene. I thought that a shot of espresso would help with the headache, but I didn't know what it would do for the anxiety. I thought it would probably make it worse.
There was a smoking hot red headed girl out front when I walked back to my car. She looked like she was maybe 18. Looking at her crushed me. That, or it was just the mood I was in anyway.
I spied a tobacco shop across the street. Nicotine being the other drug I was jonesing for I walked over to it. I walked inside and over in the corner is a short dark haired man. He sat staring at a TV, from wich came a loud Arabic voice.
OK, I'm late for a poker game, but I will come back and finish. There is an actual climax to the whole story
10:42pm
I won $13!
The dark man in the cigarette store didn't pay any attention to me at first, but then he looked up and walked over to the register. He said, "May I help you?" The TV was going in the background and I said "pack of Marlboro lights please." He reached behind the counter and got a pack for me. I handed him a five. He rang it up and then stoped. I noticed the pause and looked up. The til read $497 and some odd change. He said, "Oh my, I have over rung. I put in that you gave me five hundred." I smiled blankly. He gave me 2 and a penny and then said "I will not give you receipt." I gave him another blank smile, shrugged, and made to walk out the door. He said, "have a nice day." I yelled back, "you too."
Some how I walked out of there feeling like I was the ass. I dunno. I was in one of those moods already.
I walked back to my truck and got in. I sipped the last of my espresso and lit a smoke. I sat there for awhile listing off my nots.
I'm not all that smart, I'm not all that handsome, I'm not very driven, and I'm not lucky. I'm not rich, I'm not cool, and I'm not popular. For an NCO in the US Army I'm not very disciplined. I'm not that great at love.* In fact my track record is dismal. I shouldn't date women, because I like them and I just shouldn't do that to them.
Wonderful thoughts eh? Well, I was sitting there letting the smoke curl out of the corner of my mouth thinking these wonderful thoughts when it started to rain.
Perfect.
I watched the water turn into sheets on my windshield for a little while longer and then headed off.
I didn't have any place in mind and I ended up at the Super King Buffet. It's not a bad place. It's got the usual chinese buffet fare and it's got a Mongolian barbeque and sushi.
I proceded to drown my sorrow in sesame chicken, pork fried rice, baked salmon (lots of cheese), a few California rolls, some of those rice noodles, some stuffed mushrooms, and a diet coke.
I ate 'til I hurt and then I felt more a fool then ever. I smiled at the waitress and asked her to bring me my check. I was really wondering how a day that started off with so much promise had turned out like it did. Me sitting alone in a Chinese buffet, wanting to puke, and feeling like the bigest loser ever.
When the waitress cashed me out she brought me my change and a fortune cookie. I always read them because sometimes it really cracks me up. Especially when you add the phrase "In bed" to the end of them.
I didn't do that with this one. It said:
"Your modesty is your greatest virtue."
Some how seeing those words on that little strip of paper made me feel alright. It sounds gay, but I really felt like the world was a good place for that moment and I wondered at myself for a while.
OK, that's it. Now, raise your hand and tell me if you read The Whole Entry
There's a quiz later.
-J
1.note to SGNC. My smoking habit about doubles during, and for awhile after, SGNC events.
2. I'm also not gay
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Damn, it's good to hear from you man.
I hope everything in life is kosher as can be.
Peace.
-Josh
Do you have any idea yet when you will be passing through? I could come to Cookeville or you could come to McMinnville, whichever would be more convenient.
-Josh