wednesday and thursday
Wednesday was a good day by almost any measure. Sherry and I were going to walk, but it was kinda chilly and the recent snow/thaw cycle had left things icy. We opted instead for some good old fashioned fucking. That was all fine, but I got one hell of a cramp in my leg right at the important part. Kinda funny actually. After that she left to get ready for work, and I headed to the thrift store to find a new pair of lounging on the couch getting fat pants. I browsed the whole thrift store before going to the mens pajama section. I don't know what I was looking for, nothing really, I just felt like giving the whole place a once over. I picked out a pair of pajama bottoms and headed out. On the way home I called my grandfolks to see if they wanted company. I forgot that Grampa was going to have a lump excised that day, I wished him good luck and went home. I was supposed to meet dmskb2000 at 5 to go over her latest script and draw up new storyboards. I was bored and it was either NAP or GO, so I grabbed the camera and my art bag and headed out. I took the river road to south Minneapolis, stopping only 2 times to take photo's (the light was horrible). I was still way too early so I stopped in at Cheapo records on Snelling and killed time there. I only had $4.00 on me, so buying anything was out of the question. I got frustrated with window shopping and headed to the Muddy Pig to stake out a table and wait for Dawn. She was also trying to kill time and showed up early, so it was serendipity that we got there within 3 minutes of each other. We made small talk, ordered food and drink. After we ate, we sat there for 2.5 more hours hammering out the films scenes and plot points. It was grueling but fun. I stopped off at home and got some more $ and headed to the beer store.
Later I settled in to watch some movies and drink some beer. The fucking new pajamas did not fit my fat ass. I mean, I could squeeze into them, but I was not going to do much relaxing in them. Crap. That felt nice. Anyway, I watched a few movies and then putzed on the computer until late late into the night, watching mostly you tube videos of people shooting guns at stuff.
Today I woke up late, my throat felt like I tried swallowing an angry cat in my sleep, a sure sign that I was snoring very loudly. I sent Sherry a txt asking if she wanted to go for a walk, she did, but not for a few hours, as she was at work. Later we walked around Columbia Park. I was astonished at my lack of stamina and lung power. Really, very disappointed that I have let myself fall so far. We made it around in 40 min, which is pretty good time, but it was more effort than I remember it ever being. On my way home I remembered it was my father's widow Marlene's day off, so I called her to see if there were any chores she needed doing. She always has something. I went over there and for the next hour and a half I fixed this and that. While I was there I also inspected, cleaned and lubricated her two handguns. A Ruger Super Blackhawk .44 and a Browning .22. They were both in good shape, I was a bit concerned because they have been sitting under the couch cushions for 5 years. I got her permission to borrow them whenever I want to take them to the range. I am hoping to inherit them, but I want it to be her idea. After that I stopped up to the beer store and picked up some provisions for tonight and tomorrow. While I was in the neighborhood I stopped in at the Blockbuster that is closing and bought Snakes On A Plane and Gran Torino for .99 each. Came home, showered, went and got a carry out pizza and settled in to watch movies. Snakes was funny and gory. About as silly and horrible as you might imagine. When it was over I was tired so I decided to call it a day. Of course... 2 hours later I was awake. I tried to get back to sleep to no avail. I got up and watched a movie called The Bluetooth Virgin. It was a movie about a oversensitive asshole screenwriter. It was kinda crappy. And now here I am.
Later I settled in to watch some movies and drink some beer. The fucking new pajamas did not fit my fat ass. I mean, I could squeeze into them, but I was not going to do much relaxing in them. Crap. That felt nice. Anyway, I watched a few movies and then putzed on the computer until late late into the night, watching mostly you tube videos of people shooting guns at stuff.
Today I woke up late, my throat felt like I tried swallowing an angry cat in my sleep, a sure sign that I was snoring very loudly. I sent Sherry a txt asking if she wanted to go for a walk, she did, but not for a few hours, as she was at work. Later we walked around Columbia Park. I was astonished at my lack of stamina and lung power. Really, very disappointed that I have let myself fall so far. We made it around in 40 min, which is pretty good time, but it was more effort than I remember it ever being. On my way home I remembered it was my father's widow Marlene's day off, so I called her to see if there were any chores she needed doing. She always has something. I went over there and for the next hour and a half I fixed this and that. While I was there I also inspected, cleaned and lubricated her two handguns. A Ruger Super Blackhawk .44 and a Browning .22. They were both in good shape, I was a bit concerned because they have been sitting under the couch cushions for 5 years. I got her permission to borrow them whenever I want to take them to the range. I am hoping to inherit them, but I want it to be her idea. After that I stopped up to the beer store and picked up some provisions for tonight and tomorrow. While I was in the neighborhood I stopped in at the Blockbuster that is closing and bought Snakes On A Plane and Gran Torino for .99 each. Came home, showered, went and got a carry out pizza and settled in to watch movies. Snakes was funny and gory. About as silly and horrible as you might imagine. When it was over I was tired so I decided to call it a day. Of course... 2 hours later I was awake. I tried to get back to sleep to no avail. I got up and watched a movie called The Bluetooth Virgin. It was a movie about a oversensitive asshole screenwriter. It was kinda crappy. And now here I am.