Here we go again... something something something just when I thought that this would end.

I've had a 4 day weekend. It was pretty perfect. Let's run down my list of awesome things I've done since the last post in this mess...

Friday. Woke up late. I missed Chuck's lunch and continued to kick myself in the ass for the rest of the weekend, and on through this week, no doubt. Speaking of this week... not looking forward to it. I'm totally ready for it to end and it's only 2.5 hours old. I wish sometimes I could find something to make this daily grind passable. It's just not as fun as it used to be. It's rarely even fun anymore. But... it's what I know, and what I care about so I'll just put my nose down and do what it is I'm supposed to do, and I'll do it the best I can. WOW! I got really sidetracked on what I did on Friday... back to the topic at hand. I laid around the house for a while and cleaned the kitchen and living room. Both of which are a complete fucking disaster again already... I left with Brian around 4:30pm and headed to a bar in Lansdale to meet some folks from work and celebrate Drew's 45th birthday. Fun was had. I kind of forgot some of the both major and minor details from that evening... I'm bad with that. I do remember getting the 2nd best hug of the year. Why do I know this? Because I remember the #1 hug, and the number #3 hug. It wasn't the best, but it was better than than 3rd place. I wish I could relive the top 50 hugs of my life. That would be kind of amazing. I'm way off track again... so after bar #1 there was a trip (somewhat ill-fated) to bar #2. I don't have a very strong recollection of this. Don't be mad at me Mom. After that, Maria, Jared, Emily and I came back to my house and made grilled cheese sandwiches. They were really good. They always are. I fell asleep on the couch, somewhat urgently, and woke up around 4:30a and called it a night.

Saturday! I woke up around 9:30a, then back to sleep, woke up at 10:30a, then back to sleep, woke up at 11a and decided I needed to be vertical to make sure I didn't spend my whole day sleeping on the couch. Jaime and I went and shot 8 games of 8 ball. She won once, because I scratched... I'm still mad about that. I pissed away the afternoon doing nothing... and I mean nothing. Nick, Steve and Katie came over at night and we went to the bar so Nick could have a Yuengling, which isn't readily available in Seattle (sounds more like hell to me). They took off around 1:30a or so, and I fell asleep all nice and comfortable.

Sunday! Sunday! Sunday! You'll pay for the whole seat, but you'll only need the EEEEDDDDDGE. Boo. Same recycled joke, and still not mine. The definition of humor is to find something funny and then beat it into the ground until you're so close to losing friends and family that you stop... only to dig the same joke up later, breathe life into it, and finally alienate someone close to you. Look it up. It's in the dictionary.. you big dummy. I milled around for a while on Sunday and then got ready for the Drew-B-Q. Getting ready entailed showering, and changing shirts. It was a complete success, it's amazing what years of practice can do. Zeke, Dawn, and Tommy came to my house to pick me up and we headed over to Drew's house. We were about the first people to arrive and were instantly pointed to a bar inside, and a keg outside. I went to work... I stayed relatively aware and remember everything about the evening. Around 12am some girl and I left the party, and came back to my house where grilled cheese sandwiches were eaten, once again, and the Money Pit was on the TV... 4:15a came and went and I fell asleep for the night. If there is ever a time machine invented, I'll be damned if a grilled cheese isn't a major "ingredient" in the invention. Those things make time pass like... um.. something that passes by all too fast. A bullet? A train? A bus when we're 30 seconds late? Gas? Anyway... something fast.

Monday, I'm not in love. That song is terrible. Anyhow. Bucket woke me up at 11:30a with a little game called "Eat The Cookie". I ate the cookie. We went upstairs and woke Brian up and headed to the Asian Grocery store and bought a whole bunch of BBQables. Mike Nez came over and we all ate a bunch of food. The list of things we ate is as follows: BBQ Chinese Ribs (So good), Bacon wrapped corn on the cob (so good), bacon wrapped jalapenos stuffed with cream cheese (so hot!, so good), thin sliced flank steak (so good). I ate a bunch of food yesterday and have had somewhat criminal bowel movements thus far today... hopefully that's done, but I kind of doubt it. I stayed up and watched Cops for hours yesterday, into last night. Here are the things I've learned from watching Cops.

1.) If you drink Wild Irish Rose, you're screwed
2.) If you're white and shirtless, you're screwed
3.) If you "didn't do anything, man" you're screwed
4.) If you're wearing a shirt advertising a Disney movie, you're screwed
5.) If you walk past 2 cops holding a can of beer, you're a goddamn idiot, and screwed

It was informative to say the least. So as long as I keep my shirt on, enjoy live action films, and stay away from cheap whiskey and designer drugs, I'm gonna be OK. If I'm guilty, I'm just going to come out and say "I did it! I'm sorry!"

I woke up this morning, my bus was early, I was on time, I was late and I'm in a horrible goddamn mood. See above. I'll bet my eyes that the bus driver had a grilled cheese sandwich

I need to change the pace of this blog a little bit. It's turning into a "recap what i did over the past few days and nights" and less of a "find an interesting topic and talk about it". I wish I had topics. I need something to think about for a while and then write about... I guess if i could come up with that stuff on my own I wouldn't be pouring all these words onto this monitor and I'd be out having stimulating conversations with the millions of worms, pukes, maggots and scumbags of this world. But, I don't, I'm not, and I am. Hm.

More music, more boxes, more assholes to talk to. You call it miserable? I call it Tuesday. Enjoy yourselves. Start today. There's no better time.

I'm dead serious.