Blarg the Blog
Cursive:Gravel bed:
It’s been a tough day. I don’t know what to say. It’s been a million little things and it’s just been a pisser. It was the kind of day where getting out of bed took a fork lift, speed plow, crane. I finally rolled out at about 1pm and rushed over to the Farmers market… which was closing down all it’s little booths and I paid 2 bucks for 2 avacodo’s I can’t eat for 2 days. So I went to the little market down the street and bought an avacado I could eat today, with some eggs and cheese and a tomato.
Good Riddance:Lisa:
My omlette making skills are generally hit or miss. Today I missed big. Everything was too thing and the egg stuffs ran all over the skillet I basically had a egg scramble with stuff and cooked cheese. But it was still good. Though if I’d intentionally made a scramble it would have been better and not browned on one side.
The awesomeness continues when I take my external hard drive to the café, plug it in and it doesn’t turn on. It doesn’t light up, it doesn’t wir to life.
The Weakerthans:Psalm for the elk lodge last call:
I basically gave up right there having any hope whatsoever of a good day.
Honestly.. more shit happened, I just don’t even want to recant it at this point. I just want to roll over and go to sleep. I just want to wake up tomorrow and move along, nothing to see here, didn’t happen. I can’t even post this right now. The internet’s down.
This will have been posted the day after, sometime on Monday (should I remember to post it). I’ll probably have remembered sometime during the day at work and post it.
It’s good though, the internet going out. It’s good to have the lack of that distraction, its good to have focus on something. It’s good to write again
The Bad Hearts:Life Cries :
I think, should the free wifi I’m hijacking disappear tomorrow, I wouldn’t get my own service, even if Tony asked me to go halfsies on it, I’d say “hell no”. Guess I’d end up at the café a lot more. But at night I might actually get some shit done. Maybe. In theory, I guess.
I’m a little bit depressed. But I’m keeping a stiff upper lip, shit’s been worse, and it’ been a long time since things have actually been much better. So I’m good by default, or something. I guess. I think I’ll try to sleep shortly.
It’s been a tough day. I don’t know what to say. It’s been a million little things and it’s just been a pisser. It was the kind of day where getting out of bed took a fork lift, speed plow, crane. I finally rolled out at about 1pm and rushed over to the Farmers market… which was closing down all it’s little booths and I paid 2 bucks for 2 avacodo’s I can’t eat for 2 days. So I went to the little market down the street and bought an avacado I could eat today, with some eggs and cheese and a tomato.
Good Riddance:Lisa:
My omlette making skills are generally hit or miss. Today I missed big. Everything was too thing and the egg stuffs ran all over the skillet I basically had a egg scramble with stuff and cooked cheese. But it was still good. Though if I’d intentionally made a scramble it would have been better and not browned on one side.
The awesomeness continues when I take my external hard drive to the café, plug it in and it doesn’t turn on. It doesn’t light up, it doesn’t wir to life.
The Weakerthans:Psalm for the elk lodge last call:
I basically gave up right there having any hope whatsoever of a good day.
Honestly.. more shit happened, I just don’t even want to recant it at this point. I just want to roll over and go to sleep. I just want to wake up tomorrow and move along, nothing to see here, didn’t happen. I can’t even post this right now. The internet’s down.
This will have been posted the day after, sometime on Monday (should I remember to post it). I’ll probably have remembered sometime during the day at work and post it.
It’s good though, the internet going out. It’s good to have the lack of that distraction, its good to have focus on something. It’s good to write again
The Bad Hearts:Life Cries :
I think, should the free wifi I’m hijacking disappear tomorrow, I wouldn’t get my own service, even if Tony asked me to go halfsies on it, I’d say “hell no”. Guess I’d end up at the café a lot more. But at night I might actually get some shit done. Maybe. In theory, I guess.
I’m a little bit depressed. But I’m keeping a stiff upper lip, shit’s been worse, and it’ been a long time since things have actually been much better. So I’m good by default, or something. I guess. I think I’ll try to sleep shortly.