Bar None No Bar
Part of me wanted to go Annexing tonight and party my fucking ass off after mixing and getting back late on Wed. But a bigger, not to say better part of me wanted to clean the garage with my kid and watch the Trial of the Incredible Hulk.
My supervisor, an Iraq vet and a great guy is one of those people in this life who gets it. He really helped my family. Alex's care fell through for tomorrow (the kids have Friday off) and he let me change some things around at the last minute. The whole crew upstairs...I know we're in a different world up there but everyone is great. I'm really lucky to work with such swell folks.
Who am I kidding? With my skill set and this economy I'm lucky to have any work at all.
Looking forward to staying home and working around the house with Alex on Friday. Family Movie Night may involve a field trip tomorrow. Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. Feel free to mock me. I know nothing about the film.
I know nothing about anything a lot of days.
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Sunday October 8, 1989 Losers
Bears lose. To Tampa Bay. It doesn't seem like they have lost a game to the Bucs since I was a kid. Don't quote me on that. I'm not a football historian. I'm not even a history historian...or at the rate I'm going, history will be over by the time I get the degree I've been pretending to get.
But if I'm only pretending...oh, skip it.
On that front saw Jen and she tried to guilt trip me for sticking with the fuck around decision to only take nine hours. I ended up feeling more guilty when Bill joined our conversation.
He said that Miss D puked 7 times after I left.
I said, "At least it was after I left."
Bill gave me that look.
"And 7, that sound biblical. Maybe it's a sign."
Then Jen gave me that look.
I lit a Chesterfield, sat back and started flipping through my mail from the last month.
"I guess you think that's all that's in you. You want to try to live the rock 'n roll lifestyle?" Jen asked.
Actually, if I had my choice, I'd just make rock 'n roll.
My supervisor, an Iraq vet and a great guy is one of those people in this life who gets it. He really helped my family. Alex's care fell through for tomorrow (the kids have Friday off) and he let me change some things around at the last minute. The whole crew upstairs...I know we're in a different world up there but everyone is great. I'm really lucky to work with such swell folks.
Who am I kidding? With my skill set and this economy I'm lucky to have any work at all.
Looking forward to staying home and working around the house with Alex on Friday. Family Movie Night may involve a field trip tomorrow. Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. Feel free to mock me. I know nothing about the film.
I know nothing about anything a lot of days.
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Sunday October 8, 1989 Losers
Bears lose. To Tampa Bay. It doesn't seem like they have lost a game to the Bucs since I was a kid. Don't quote me on that. I'm not a football historian. I'm not even a history historian...or at the rate I'm going, history will be over by the time I get the degree I've been pretending to get.
But if I'm only pretending...oh, skip it.
On that front saw Jen and she tried to guilt trip me for sticking with the fuck around decision to only take nine hours. I ended up feeling more guilty when Bill joined our conversation.
He said that Miss D puked 7 times after I left.
I said, "At least it was after I left."
Bill gave me that look.
"And 7, that sound biblical. Maybe it's a sign."
Then Jen gave me that look.
I lit a Chesterfield, sat back and started flipping through my mail from the last month.
"I guess you think that's all that's in you. You want to try to live the rock 'n roll lifestyle?" Jen asked.
Actually, if I had my choice, I'd just make rock 'n roll.
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