I woke up and heard a funny noise. Turned out to be my hip. It didn't make the noise again so I am ignoring it for now.
Had my cereal (Honey Something F'ing Oats) and checked my email (now I know who really loves me).
Got Clyde warmed up and towed my brother's Ford Explorer to the Ford dealership. I paraded around the lot: An almost thirty-year-old Chevy 4x4 strutting around looking for a fight, dragging its kill, a Ford, to taunt all the high falutin' F-350s on the lot. I discovered that I can still peel out towing another big vehicle. I also found out that the dudes at the Ford dealership didn't appreciate this discovery of mine. My evil redneck side came out of me today. What the hell, you know? That part of me rarely gets to come out, and I got the rest of my life to be all sophisticated and shit.
I went out to a burger joint while I was helping my brother. I hadn't been there in a while. It has totally gone downhill since I was there last. I was sitting there eating what is supposed to be my favorite indulgence (pastrami cheeseburger) and I was just filled with utter disappointment. It was funny; I kept eating the damn thing while feeling totally disgusted. I was that hungry, I guess. I got hit by a tube of lip gloss, too. Damn high school girls; you just want to punch someone out for pissing you off, then it pisses you off even more because you can't. Why in the hell did they throw that at me anyway? They didn't say anything, so I just kicked it down the aisle. It was probably just incidental anyway.
I got to work today and lasted for an hour and fifteen minutes. That is when I started feeling like death at a fabric store. Everyone kept coming up to me and asking what was wrong. The hell should I know? It just hit me so fast. So, I just told my boss lady, Madame Chang, that I was heading out, taking my red flag, my little red book, and my yellow shovel home with me. No more Chinese army routine for me today. I went home and slept for four hours.
I woke up and remembered that it was somebody's birthday today (uh, it is today, but this happened yesterday, which is still today, but it is after midnight, so it is today--I give up) and gave her a call. It was funny; she thought I was her cell phone company calling her up. I need to clarify that this is the first time that I've called this person, so my phone voice threw her off like a Sean Connery meets Beau Bridges tone, topped with a Beehive Curtain accent. It was all good once she figured out who I was. Happy Birthday, Vera!!!
I went on the 'puter a bit and mucked around then went back to sleep.
I fiddled around with my guitars and amps. I changed out my red white and blues (1966 RCA 6BQ5's power tubes) for some reds (1993 Sovtek EL84's). All I can say is that I am proud to be an American. The red white and blues went right back in and I played for another hour. My ears were given golden showers of joy, peace, and love.
Watched T.V. and had a similar experience to that of eating the disgusting burger.
I.M. chatting with various friends.
Although sick, I had to cut one chat short to pick my brother up. Got back home and am now writing this.
3 years ago