Friday night I had been out kinda late with friends. So when my alarm went off Saturday morning at 7:30, I was not a happy camper. I was supposed to help my Little brother and his family move, and be at their place by 8:30. I showered to both wake myself, and wash away any of the bar stink that may have lingered.
I stopped for coffee and a breakfast sandwich, at this cool deli down the street. I told the girl I wanted a “Rise-n-shine” and a large coffee. She told me it comes with a small coffee and then paused. I looked at her like she was speaking a different language or something, because she then asks “do you just want to up-grade?” I said “yes please, I like to shake thing ups now and then.”
The move went very well. By 12:15 we were done with all the heavy stuff. As hard as I had been working all morning I had no problem ditching them to go home and do laundry.
For a fresh new scent in your laundry, leave a Burt’s Bees chap stick in a pocket.
I met a friend for a short walk in the park and then I headed home to meet Cindy for dinner and drinks. I got a flat tire on the way home. So I was a bit late. Because of a conversation I have had with her earlier in the week, I knew that I didn’t want to pursue anything beyond “friends”. So we had a quick, but clear talk at dinner and then continued the night with drinking and playing pool.
I came home and opened a netflix, 25th Hour. I watched for a while then when to bed. I had not changed my clocks so the time read 2:15am.
Thursday, October 20, 2005 Tired
There are all of these words throbbing in my chest. Each one is ready to burst out of my chest like an alien. Each one has the possibility to ruin or save me.
Right now I sit at work, knowing that I have a test at 8am, tomorrow morning. I’m not worried it’s just that there is no more I can do to prepare. I just want it over with. Like so many things I want to charge into it and face the outcome. I hate the waiting. Tonight at work I have done 40 push-ups, 100 sit-ups with a 3-count hold on each, and that has not given me any relief.
Sunday, October 16, 2005 Resume being the upright pain in the balls that graced us all last summer
Yesterday I had a late Lunch with John C. Reilly. Actually him and his family. Actually I was sitting at the table next to them in front of the uptown fancy-pants grocery store. They had just been to the new children’s theater to see “The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe”. One of John’s (note the first name basis) sons ask me if I liked the movie, and I said I have not seen it yet. John told his son that it was a play not a movie. The same son turned around and asked me if I like the play, I said I have not seen it but I heard it was good. I then asked him if he liked it, and he just asked me the same question, but rephrased it. I looked at John and smiled, he just gave me a nod and I said have a nice day. I got up and through away my trash the walked back to work.
After work I went home to ponder life, and eat some grapes. I got a call from Marcus and Stef that we are meeting at 8 to drink and play pool. Around 7:40 our friend Cindy called me because she was early and wasn’t sure if she was in the right place. I said that I was not ready to go, but I’d be there in a few minutes. She decided to come over to my place and pick me up. She has this thing about needing to always have her car, but she doesn’t know her way around so she wants people to ride with her.
I get myself put together, and then we head out. Marcus and Stef are at the bar when we get there. Now I suck at pool, but I think that out of are group I was one of the better players. I think it had something to do with the black t-shirt, which had the name Vincent printed in white across the front of the shirt, that I was wearing. It’s the way that I use it.
Cindy dropped me off a little after midnight. James got home shortly after that. He and I went out for drinks around 1am. He and I only had two rounds each then called it a night. Take a guess where we went.
