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prolonging the magic...
Aug. 1st, 2002 06:02 pmthe title of both a decent album and my life.
I'm sure I have better things to do than mope around and pretend like the rest of this week matters, but nothing comes to mind right now. On the plus side, so far my three days of work have been pretty tolerable, all things considered. Good memories make short work of long days. Which is important considering this weekend doesn't look terribly thrilling. More company coming - and this far less exciting to me than the last - in the form of my Grandpa (father's side), whom of course my father feels compelled to impress. Not that that's bad and all, but it's sure a lot of work I don't care to do. Grandpas are for spoiling grandkids, it's not the kids' job to return the favor!
Less whining. Whining very emo. Suppress emo tendencies. Grunt. Funny things good.
Hey, Lee, let's go car shopping this Saturday, eh?! The classifieds come out tomorrow and I'm gonna call on some stuff, I'd love to have you come along and spot all the deficiencies in the cars in my price bracket ($3000-3500). It'll be fun, I hope.
Sometimes I amaze even myself. My foot was sure clean after this one.
"So were you a player and treat the woman nice?" - Clifton
"Oh, yeah. Wait... " - me
Whitters comes back Tuesday. That's good. It's quiet enough when she's gone, I don't think I could stand another week of this newly amplified silence. [Geez, there he goes again, whine whine whine. So boring when he's depressed.]. I guess I'm all funned out. Time for dinner. Will feel better enough after dinner to mow lawn and go to bed. California next week had better be so stinkin' fun... grrr. I'm borrowing a bunch of DVDs from two guys named Cliff, and anyone else who cares to lend me juicy digital chunks of film to make the numerous 8-hour van days go quickly.
I wonder what Alina would tell me if she were around today.
I'm sure I have better things to do than mope around and pretend like the rest of this week matters, but nothing comes to mind right now. On the plus side, so far my three days of work have been pretty tolerable, all things considered. Good memories make short work of long days. Which is important considering this weekend doesn't look terribly thrilling. More company coming - and this far less exciting to me than the last - in the form of my Grandpa (father's side), whom of course my father feels compelled to impress. Not that that's bad and all, but it's sure a lot of work I don't care to do. Grandpas are for spoiling grandkids, it's not the kids' job to return the favor!
Less whining. Whining very emo. Suppress emo tendencies. Grunt. Funny things good.
Hey, Lee, let's go car shopping this Saturday, eh?! The classifieds come out tomorrow and I'm gonna call on some stuff, I'd love to have you come along and spot all the deficiencies in the cars in my price bracket ($3000-3500). It'll be fun, I hope.
Sometimes I amaze even myself. My foot was sure clean after this one.
"So were you a player and treat the woman nice?" - Clifton
"Oh, yeah. Wait... " - me
Whitters comes back Tuesday. That's good. It's quiet enough when she's gone, I don't think I could stand another week of this newly amplified silence. [Geez, there he goes again, whine whine whine. So boring when he's depressed.]. I guess I'm all funned out. Time for dinner. Will feel better enough after dinner to mow lawn and go to bed. California next week had better be so stinkin' fun... grrr. I'm borrowing a bunch of DVDs from two guys named Cliff, and anyone else who cares to lend me juicy digital chunks of film to make the numerous 8-hour van days go quickly.
I wonder what Alina would tell me if she were around today.
