7:25 Wake up after a yet another poor nights sleep. Get out of
bed, make some oatmeal. Notice that the French word for oatmeal (farine d'avoine)
is kinda long. Laugh at the French. Take a shower. Notice I don't
have any clean underwear. Goin' commando today
7:50 Get into the truck. Digweed and Sasha - Communicate CD 1 for 5
minutes, NPR for 10.
8:05 Get to work. Throw the tuna fish sandwich my girlfriend made me
in the frig, get some coffee. Head to my desk, turn on NPR, check my
stocks (damn), and start reading email
8:30 My allergies kick in. Uncontrollable sneezing, runny nose, itchy
eyes... It's going to be one of those days. The next few hours are
spent dealing with email, listening to NPR until Morning Edition is over,
then listening to Howard Stern, and getting physically closer and closer to
death.
12:00 The almost ex-wife IMs me. She finally going to see the
lawyer on Monday. She is also broke, and would like some money. In
between blowing my nose and coughing, I write her a check, wish her well,
and stick it in the mail. God, I'm a sucker.
12:30 Open sandwich girlfriend made. Enclosed is a note with a big
heart on it that simply says Hi. Tonight, I'm going to put on an
old pair of sweats and my McDonald's basketball tournament t-shirt that
I found wadded up in the dryer vent of my house when I moved in, take a Zyrtec
so I can breathe again, and build a fire. After a little while, that
sweet woman who made my sandwich and took the extra time to throw in a note
will come over. I will make her dinner, and we will drink vodka, play
dice and watch DVDs, and tomorrow, we will go for a long bicycle ride.
This day doesn't suck so bad after all.