Well that sucks.
Choosing between stupid thing number one, and stupid thing number two. This
time I'm going with the latter.
I put on clothes and came to my garage for this?!?
Hoping this storm continues its beeline.
Not even trying to sleep.
I'm driving my truck today. It doesn't have air conditioning. I must have a death wish.
I had a good time this evening, and I wish it could have lasted longer.
How do we make this better? Is it even possible? Do you even care?
It really fucking bugs me, if I let myself think about it. I'm trying to not
let myself think about it too often.
This Rachel chick is a fucking psycho!
We should go to Splashing' Safari.
If these clouds go away, the next two mornings I'll be up on my roof!
I got to see HatGirl, and meet her dad.
Right now, I'm in a perfect mood. This won't last.
Did you ever notice that there are an awful lot of shitheads?
Never again. At least, not until next time.
I dreamed all night that it was Thursday and the week was almost over.
Imagine my disappointment upon waking.
Guess where I am?!?
First I had to work all day, then I came home to sleep, but then I had to go
back to work, but then I didn't have to go back to work, so now I'm back
home to sleep, and I'm scared to death that my phone will ring.
It took me a week to finally get caught up on sleep, then I had to go and only get four hours last night.
I've been thinking about it, and I think that I would. Yeah, sure, why not?
Sometimes, the sweetness is a tangible thing. I want to pick it up and keep
it in my pocket for the bad times.
(bottle) Cloudy yellow, with a nice white head. Aroma of apple and orange
peels. Mouthfeel a little gritty. Flavor of a nice tripel but with some
citusy undertones that I could do without. Pretty good, though.
It's Vertical Epic day!
Well, it took a week, but I feel like I'm finally recovered from last Sunday
I'm not that bad of a guy, I'm really not. Just because I seem to have
shitty tastes in women, that shouldn't disqualify me from consideration.
(bottle) Black with a thin brown head. Nice malty chocolate aroma. Medium mouthfeel. Flavor very malty, with chocolate and a hint of oak. Doesn't taste as strong as it is. Very yummy.
Biting my tongue now. Words are useless anyway.
It was cool to see OtherDave after six months, but he had to leave. Now I'm back to my regularly scheduled glaring at my phone.
Most of the Rich O's crew is here. They're already loud.
I'm all laundryed out. Now I'm at Jack's waiting for OtherDave.
I can get video without sound, or sound without video. This fucking footage
just doesn't want to play nice. Wait, why am I doing this again?
Why do I have enough clothes for 87 people, even though I live alone?
Today is Laundry Day. I have declared it. So there.
Or maybe they could have gift certificates. I know who I'd get one for.
It's a brilliant concept. I'd sign up in a heartbeat.
Chinese buffet. By myself. Pity me.
People often wonder why I do the things that I do. Well, this is why.
I keep getting reminded of my place, and it's always nowhere.
HatGirl texted me. Today is the anniversary, as near as we can figure, to
the day we met. Five years ago today!
I guess the dampening field doesn't cover this side of the building.
I'm so glad I'm not sitting with those people. They won't shut up.
I cannot snap my fingers. The best I can do is make kind of a scraping sound.
This is going to be a long day.
Sitting on my deck with Picklepie, waiting for my laundry to finish and watching heat-lightning.
Thinking about spending the weekend on the surface of the sun, where it's
relatively cool. Plus, it's a dry heat there.
Now I have to come up with another word besides stage. Maybe
phase would work. Or maybe I should consult a thesaurus.
I predict that, by the end of this week, I'll be firmly entrenched in stage
two. I hope I'm wrong. I hope I'm very wrong.
(draft) Black with minimal beige head. Aroma and flavor chocolatey and smoky. Both understated, but balanced nicely. Good, but could use more of everything.
I'm excited about the new NABC Ancient Rage!
...you were wondering, I'm not having any fun.
I really didn't mean to do that. Now I'll definitely never sleep
It makes me mad at myself when I start thinking that the right words exist.
Now I'm pissed. Stupid stage two.
...that was quick.
Also, I'm going to be sooooo mad at OddlyFamiliarGirl in the morning...
Once again, I feel like I should write something.
They're taking over. I should write a real blog entry about it. People
should be warned.
I like it when we go on silly adventures and laugh a lot.
If it feels like a bag of sand, see a doctor.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me several billion times, um, it's still
shame on you, right?
I'm excited about the NABC Ancient Rage!
HaircutLady is closed again, but Rich O's has Koningshoeven Quad on tap, so it's a wash of sorts.
That cat is a quick little bugger.
I'd make a movie about me sitting in my garage and glaring at my phone. It
would be awesome, if I could get Morgan Freeman to narrate it.
I'm amazed that it's only 3:00. I really thought I was sleeping much longer.
I'm having White Castles at 6:40 PM.
The next time, I'm going to nod my head and agree wholeheartedly.
This chick just demanded a bottle of Spaten.
I've just had a disturbing thought. If it's true, spontaneous combustion may
be the only proper response.
Hey! Who turned out the lights?
Somebody remind me why I'm here, and not there.
I'm oddly okay. This pisses me off, of course.
Back to where I belong. Back to how I should be. Back to who I am.
...there went my mood. You'd think I'd get tired of this eventually.
Trying to remember all the things, not just the good things.
That was random and sudden.
It's weird that I'm going to Las Vegas to escape this heat.
Four hours of sleep. That's enough, right? Yes, for cows and elephants.
Okay fine I'll write something. Beauty is meant to be beheld. Otherwise,
what's the point?
This is a time when I'd normally be writing something.
My fortune cookie was empty.
I can't connect to my home computer today. I don't know why. I feel isolated.
I implemented a brilliant scheme to get back into stage two.
I miss being a baseball fan. I should move back to Seattle.
Some old man kept trying to talk to me, until some old woman came and sat between us. So I'm thankful for old women. They come in quite handy sometimes.
I forgot to tell my Tivo to record Big Brother.
So I'm avoiding Jack's tonight because of the loud music, and I came to stupid Bearno's where they have the jukebox cranked to eleven.
Maybe sometimes the best thing to say is nothing at all. That doesn't make it easy, though.
I'm craving ice cream. That might be nice for a change. Usually I stay fat
with chips and beer.
There are worse things than unrequited love. Indifference, for example, is worse. So is disbelief.