venting
I went to my daughters spring clarinet recital today and sat behind one of the most attractive women out of my high school graduating class (10+ years ago if I had graduated). I didn't even have the stones to say so much as say "Hi" let alone "Hey, I remember you! Your name is Angie, right?". Not that we were ever friends, she was popular in school and I was basically a freak. Oh well I will probably never have the chance again.. I also passed an actual friend from way back that I haven't seen in years, so I am completely failing my new years resolution to be more social.
So I went and screwed around (alone) in the shop like I do most nights, cursing and buggering up all kinds of things. Tonight it was a #4 hammer out of 2" 1045 round stock I have been pounding away on for awhile and adjusting a hot cutter I made from a jackhammer bit to fit the boat load of hammer handles I bought on ebay for $26.
In other news I came home to find one of the burners on my stove blazing on high, I can only guess that the one person that ever comes to visit me must have come in and lit a cigarette on my stove and left it on. What I wouldn't give to have a normal healthy social life with friends that aren't certifiable.
Pity party over.
So I went and screwed around (alone) in the shop like I do most nights, cursing and buggering up all kinds of things. Tonight it was a #4 hammer out of 2" 1045 round stock I have been pounding away on for awhile and adjusting a hot cutter I made from a jackhammer bit to fit the boat load of hammer handles I bought on ebay for $26.
In other news I came home to find one of the burners on my stove blazing on high, I can only guess that the one person that ever comes to visit me must have come in and lit a cigarette on my stove and left it on. What I wouldn't give to have a normal healthy social life with friends that aren't certifiable.
Pity party over.