Sunday Morning
It's not even 5 am yet and there's no way I'm going back to bed. I woke up a little before 4 after about 6 hours of sleep. Shortly after 7, Chris is coming by and we're going to the Patriots game at Gillete. I can not wait. We're going to be getting some breakfast, picking up some friends, picking up some brews and heading in for some tailgating. Games at 1 pm versus the Browns. Should be a routine dismantling. First football game ever. I can not fucking wait.
In other news:
--My laptop is dead. Likely a power supply issue (according to Mr. Bobby Whitcomb)
--I need to fix my car. The transmission is screwed up, the front seat won't slide to adjust and, worst of all, I tore the power switch off my radio.
--Both of those things combined are going to run me several hundred dollars, grr...
--I've accepted the management job at Friendly's and I should have much larger checks rolling in within the next couple weeks here. Step 1: Save for rent; Step 2: Repay Dad back rent; Step 3: Fix Car; Step 4: Fix Computer; Step 5: Buy Nintendo Wii