9:00am: It's Thursday. As my morning progressed, I realized that I have no desire to do anything that might make me a buck. I'm on call, but at home. I've had a great streak of tech support wins this week. Yesterday, I left a job and five minutes into my drive to the next job I exclaimed "how did I figure that out?" Egomaniacal rhetoric? Nope, I literally don't know how I pulled it off.
So now I'm at the home office/storage facility. I hooked up a used PC (far superior to any other machines I own) and am rocking it with a 19" widescreen monitor (run of the mill... but better than the 15" laptop I sported only yesterday).
9:45am: Find video of New York hooker Ashley Dupre:
10:51am: Paid delinquent gas bill. Oops.
10:52am: Scheduled lunch with YMike. Japanese food with a Japanese guy. I'll have to take him to Caro Amico's or something when we go out to lunch next.
By the way, I may be betraying my people by stating that Italian food is the most overpriced cuisine on the planet. What's in it that costs so much? Pasta? Tomato sauce? Bread? Parmesan? The same plate of spaghetti that costs $5 somewhere can go for $15 or more downtown. It's a scam. You'll never see a mexican restaurant try to pull that shit. I mean, there's only so many ways that tortillas, meat, cheese, sour cream, and lettuce (the ingredient list of every Mexican entree... ever) can be served.
11:00am: Paid bills, put together bank deposits. Thinking about getting dressed for lunch.
<11:19: Found nude photos of Audrina Patridge online. CLICK HERE for the NSFW fun-ness (WWTDD).11:21: Decide that "Everything's gonna be alright," or its infinite variations, is the mose overused lyric ever. Marley, Keys, Naughty by Nature... Everything is NOT going to be alright. I can't express that sentiment strongly enough.
11:47: Bank deposit. I hate filling out deposit slips and can't believe that in the age of technology, I still have to do math by hand to complete an important banking transaction. It's 2008, I'm 33 years-old, and I still have to carry a '1'?
12:03: Lunch with YMike. Japanese food. We enjoy conversation about kids, televisions, and my youthful indiscretions of which he beared witness.
1:10: Watch last night's episode of South Park. It's just not the same as it used to be. It seems like they're pushing harder towards commentary than making me laugh my ass off.
1:15pm to 2:30am: Nap. Dreamt about bicycling. I wish my dreams were more exciting.
2:31pm: Ignore phone call.
2:45pm: Wrapping up this blog and going to the gym. My days at work are more exciting than my days off. Is this what my "spring break" has devolved to?
2:49: Scrap gym plans, crack open a beer. Fire up porn on the plasma. Turn phone off.
goochout.
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