A nice, easy Friday ahead of me.
- Get carpet delivery date
- Answer e-mails
- Track down appliance repair shops
- Buy Brooklyn Brew Shop’s Holiday IPA grain
- Beat Assassin’s Creed 2?
- Beers. So very, many beers.
Words, linked into sentences, separated by poor punctuation
A nice, easy Friday ahead of me.
I fall asleep on the train. Yes, sometimes I read for a few minutes. Inevitably, however, I fall asleep.
Now, my sleeping habits are… interesting. Sometimes I talk, but that’s not the worst part; see I tend to get on the train about 15 minutes before it leaves the station and just fall right asleep. So now, when Mr. Conductor walks by with his little hole punch I’ve been trained to wake up.
I’m not a peaceful waker-upper. I don’t wake up gradually, it’s ALL AT ONCE. This involves an alarmed gasp, bordering on a scream, and possibly and embarrassing nasal sound. There’s also the occasional clutching of myself, as if there’s some hole-punching rapist out to get me.
This requires that I get one of the only two single seats on the entire train. And one of those seats has a giant piano-hinge on the wall which leaves a particularly AWESOME dent in my skull. That leaves, this.
One seat per car. Maybe the rest of the world is unaware, but I’ve laid claim to it. Seriously, I get on the train and make a fucking b-line straight for it. I throw out the evil eyes to any motherfucker who so much as glances at it. If I had a claymore and war-paint.
Unfortunately, I’m not very fearsome.
In the end, about once a week I’m left with a choice. Sit in the seat with the piano-hinge and have a “funny” line down the side of my head, or with a stranger. A stranger who, oddly enough, most likely will not be sitting next to me anymore when I wake up.
-Matt
Out the door in 2 minutes, phone ringing non-stop. Isn’t there a housing crisis?
Can I just say, the Brooklyn Brew Shop folks are the absolute cutest people I’ve ever met! More to come.
-Matt
I learned a lesson about to-do lists today, they only work when everything goes to plan.
For example.
Last night I wrote my nice little list for today, and settled my sweet bald head down to dream the dreams of a functional alcoholic. (sipping gin on a boat made out of humorously sized/shaped breasts while the father from Independence Day makes humorous off-hand remarks about my drinking and the construction of my apparently sea-worthy boob-boat)
Little did I know I would be treated to the sweet sounds of a car alarm going for two hours in the just-barely-AM. Kept me more-or-less awake the entire night, which prevented me from making it to the gym at 5:00.
Next up, an electrician while cutting a hole in the floor at one of our job sites manages to cut straight through the sprinkler line. The maid’s bedroom was entirely soaked. This drew my attention away from the critical build-a-banner segment of the day.
Finally, a few charges I made cleared JUST at the end of last month, completely negating the little budget surplus I thought I had and throwing me from “economic-adulthood” into “economic-just-barely-cutting-it”.
I’ve decided to write this day off entirely. I’m going to spend my last 50 minutes watching last week’s V and finished up some minor paperwork.
-Matt
coming up : the approximate badassery of Brooklyn Brew Shop’s Eat, Drink, and Learn!
To-Do List!
Later skaters.
-Matt
Short, as I’m leaving the office in just a few minutes, but something all the same.
**update 10:44PM** see below!!!
Monday (today) – Turkey leftovers
Tuesday – Whatever I get at the Eat, Drink, and Learn
Wednesday – Making dumplings with the little lady
Thursday – Leftover dumplings, leftover turkey (as long as it’s kept this long..)
Friday – Going out! (in theory)
Fingers crossed.
-rwh
Didn’t make it through Assassin’s Creed 2, but considering I got everything done *except* the video game, I’m calling this a win!!!
A few days ago I was driving my grandmother back from the airport.
I was grumpy. Luckily, it was the best kind of grump – I felt justified. I wasn’t supposed to go pick her up, I’d set that day aside for all sorts of activities. Of course, she’s family, so I ended up getting her anyway.
We’re driving, and she’s telling me all about how I’m wasting my life. Her grand plan for me? Becoming a television news anchor. I told her I didn’t have the hair.
Blah blah blah, I ended up calling her a racist, and the car ride went from awkward to downright argumentative. Guess she didn’t agree.
But that’s beside the point.
The Racist Grandmother is right. I’m not really doing much other than treading water. In order to change that, I think I’m going to use this blog as a daily to-do list. The goal will be to combine the necessary and the mundane with at least one new thing.
So yes, basically it’s another new thing a day blog. Seems like the internet is cluttered with them.
LOOK FORWARD TO NEW POSTS!!
-rwh