Friday: Work was once again hellish. A lovely bug was unleashed upon our infrastructure. Caused a boat load of havoc and upheavals. My machine was the last to come down, as I am the one that all the work has to go through. I love/hate being the bottleneck. Afterwords, I went to a friends house to watch the series finale of Battlestar Galactica. What a beautiful and fit ending. I teared up a couple of times. It was glorious. After that, went home and did a whole lot of nothing before going to bed.
Saturday: Wake up to a stuffy and bright room. Open email and a message from the flake of a "date" I had invited to the days Pub Crawl. Detailing out all the things she had planned for the weekend. Right. Facebook doesn't lie. I take it like I take everything....personally. But I don't let it show. I futz about. Walked to the corner store for my caffiene fix. 2 starbucks double shots. I futz about some more. Finally get dressed. Smoked and stumbled through some Rock Band. Then we headed for the crawl. My heads too foggy. We park. Its 2 blocks up from Main St. All's good. 1st bar was a bore. Margarita's didn't help my head fogginess. Customers entered, and my heart dropped and I thought it was old ex-friends that usually show up. It wasn't. Lula's was over. Finn McCool's next. Boxty and Guinness. Yummy Guinness. Co-worker douche decided to show up. More people show. Lots of familiar faces, but no names. Mostly keeping to myself. Finn's ends. World Cafe next. Yet more people. Friend shows up. I offer and wE partake. Kamikaze's were shot. More like lemonade. Weak. My fogginess is clearing up. Not much happening. World ends. Its off to O'Briens now. More guinness. Relaxing in a booth. Its loud. I text m0ngrel to let him and his wife know that I love the world, and that I miss them and love them. Yeah, everything was great. Co-worker douche offers up a round of Carbombs. He goes to the bar, gets them, bring them back. We toss them back. He takes off to go smoke or something. Busser comes by asking for 40 bucks. The douche stuck me with the bill. Words will be had tomorrow. Threats of a strip club are thrown out. False promises. The girls (none mine) are hungry. We walk a while, nothings open or too expensive. We head to IHOP. The day/night is done. Pub Crawl 2009 is /fin. The partaking wears off. Sleep.
Sunday: Again with the stuffy bright room. Glad I'm not hungover or feverish. I check emails. Say my hello's. Futz around all day. WoW. Grocery shopping. Catching up on Terminator. Reading. Ate a really good mexican lasagna that my room-mate and his woman made. More reading. Exchanging of links. Water. And now that its 11pm, its sleep time.
Weekends aren't long enough. I feel the woods calling me more and more. It's in the cards. Just need to make it happen.
The new week's planned happenings: Getting up early and running on the elyptical. This is a must. Having some words with the Douche (note to self, vampire and not the good kind). Oil change for the car. Not much else. I lead a boring life.
Plant. Sprout. Grow.
Knowledge.
Saturday: Wake up to a stuffy and bright room. Open email and a message from the flake of a "date" I had invited to the days Pub Crawl. Detailing out all the things she had planned for the weekend. Right. Facebook doesn't lie. I take it like I take everything....personally. But I don't let it show. I futz about. Walked to the corner store for my caffiene fix. 2 starbucks double shots. I futz about some more. Finally get dressed. Smoked and stumbled through some Rock Band. Then we headed for the crawl. My heads too foggy. We park. Its 2 blocks up from Main St. All's good. 1st bar was a bore. Margarita's didn't help my head fogginess. Customers entered, and my heart dropped and I thought it was old ex-friends that usually show up. It wasn't. Lula's was over. Finn McCool's next. Boxty and Guinness. Yummy Guinness. Co-worker douche decided to show up. More people show. Lots of familiar faces, but no names. Mostly keeping to myself. Finn's ends. World Cafe next. Yet more people. Friend shows up. I offer and wE partake. Kamikaze's were shot. More like lemonade. Weak. My fogginess is clearing up. Not much happening. World ends. Its off to O'Briens now. More guinness. Relaxing in a booth. Its loud. I text m0ngrel to let him and his wife know that I love the world, and that I miss them and love them. Yeah, everything was great. Co-worker douche offers up a round of Carbombs. He goes to the bar, gets them, bring them back. We toss them back. He takes off to go smoke or something. Busser comes by asking for 40 bucks. The douche stuck me with the bill. Words will be had tomorrow. Threats of a strip club are thrown out. False promises. The girls (none mine) are hungry. We walk a while, nothings open or too expensive. We head to IHOP. The day/night is done. Pub Crawl 2009 is /fin. The partaking wears off. Sleep.
Sunday: Again with the stuffy bright room. Glad I'm not hungover or feverish. I check emails. Say my hello's. Futz around all day. WoW. Grocery shopping. Catching up on Terminator. Reading. Ate a really good mexican lasagna that my room-mate and his woman made. More reading. Exchanging of links. Water. And now that its 11pm, its sleep time.
Weekends aren't long enough. I feel the woods calling me more and more. It's in the cards. Just need to make it happen.
The new week's planned happenings: Getting up early and running on the elyptical. This is a must. Having some words with the Douche (note to self, vampire and not the good kind). Oil change for the car. Not much else. I lead a boring life.
Plant. Sprout. Grow.
Knowledge.
the weekends are not nearly long enough by far