Grill marks

I have these moments where I just done care.  Wait, let me rephrase that.  I sometimes have moments where I'll just ignore something that would oridinarily drive any sane person batty.  For example,  it's almost 8PM but it's very hot.  And I'm waiting for my coffee to cool down.  I also just came from the gym, so something icey and cold is usual end result.  But I always have coffee here, so it's coffee tonight.  I supposed that the only time I'll frequent some establishment sans buying anything would be a place that I owned.  Maybe I'd still order a coffee just to keep the streak going.

I'm waiting for PetSmart to call me and tell me that the dogs are ready.  They really needed a grooming.  Hell, I really need a grooming with this messy hair.  My brother is at a BBQ and has my car.  The stupid thing was that I had originally thought that the BBQ would be at the house, that is, he, me and the two dogs.  I guess there must be women at this other wingding.

I did some cleaning up on the third floor.  I don't think I made a dent.  I really need to find one of those self-storage places.  Like U-Stor-It, Uncle Bob's Store-It, We Stored It So You Don't Have To, etc.  I guess I can be all scientific about it and approximate the space that I'd need; that is, a 5'x5' or 5'x10', etc.  I'm pretty good with visualizing stuff, so I'll just imagine a shitload of plastic tote boxes that are stacked really, really high.  If I can pay $75 a month, I'll probably consider myself lucky.  I might rent something bigger just so I can (eventually) store some furniture.   Apart from books and CDs and a few odds & ends, I have no special attachment to anything I own.  I technically have no place to live but have custody of two dogs and two cats.   Well, at least one dog.

The back brakes sounds really bad on the Jeep.  I can't remember which mechanic is open on Sundays.  Why do all these things happen on Sunday (or too late on Saturday)?  I heard from someone that the post office by the airport will no longer be 24 hours.  As bad as the service is (and it is), at least I could always mail something whenever I wanted.  I'm certain that the post office could save tons of money if they read just one book on process improvement and customer service.  Yeah, we really need 20 years of experience to sell stamps and ask strangers "is there anything fragile, dangerous or illegal in here?"  Maybe I can make some money by selling do-it-yourself waterboarding kits.  Thank you, Mr Cheney. Will you be needing any stamps?

I wonder what took KFC until 2009 to have grilled chicken.  Sure, it doesn't compare to the 11 types of salt - excuse me, 11 secret herbs and spices - but it's 2009 for chrissakes.  I think I spent all of last year pulling apart those snack wraps at Mickey D's just to have some grilled chicken.  Why people would serve non-homemade tortillas cold is beyond me.  Real homemade flour tortillas are also good when they're cold. At least my grandma's.   I just hate that floury, gummy taste that does not say Southwestern cuisine.

Accoutrements

I wonder if I'm falling apart.  I never dwell on the fact that I'm old, that the layer of dust is always on my head,  and that, like most true Generation Xers, has wasted his years.   My shoulder hurts even though I don't think I injured it.  Like Ken Griffrey Jr, I probably injured it by merely waking up and reaching for my hat.  At least Junior gets paid.  It feels like I caught a cold in shoulder, to use an expression that my mom's wont of saying which has always sounded weird.  I wish someone would rub it.  I'm not one of those touchy feely people but it's that kind of irritating soreness that a warm touch might help.  Maybe I should dig up a heating pad.  No wait, I think I donated it to Goodwill.  I'm been ODing on the Aleve which worries me.  Of course it might be the weather which, true to form, sucks.

Well, a bit of the Big Furniture is gone.  I donated the sofa and Rocky's love seat along with not one but two armoires.  Oh yes, and a small table. I still have to do something with two beds and the dining room stuff (one of which is, yes folks, an armoire).  Good thing this place picks things up.  I can barely fit Chunky Butt Rocky in my car.

Instead

I can't decide whether I'm tired, uber bored, or just out of it tonight.  I fell asleep around 6PM and work up around 10PM.  I guess I must've been tired but I figured that since I left the radio on, that I'd just take a nap. I like naps. 

Work was slow today and made slower by a 1.5 hour webex meeting.  I was sitting at someone else's desk, behind said someoene else, so I couldn't read politico.com or see which lucky team gets Jay Cutler (as if the Browns had a chance/clue).

I sent out a couple of resumes.  Ok, more than a couple, but I doubt I'll get any phone calls.  A lot of these jobs/contracts ignore you if you're not local.  Being local to Cleveland isn't a good thing when it comes to, well, gainful employment.  I guess the chance of my runnng over some poor guy in Florida because I was drunk is fairly low.  I've only been to FL once in my life.  I'm listening to the new Madeleine Peyroux album.  k sent me one of Peyroux' albums a few years ago for my birthday.  I think our tastes in music overlaps like 85% or something.  Scary.  I meet so many people these days who like bands like Linkin Park or whatever formulaic boy band is being proferred by The Man.  A point in fact is that we have nothing in common.  Nothing.  Nada.  Zilch.  Bupkis.  The Null Set.  

This song ("Instead") makes me think of sex.  Hmm.