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Playing hooky
Dec. 21st, 2004 01:00 pmSuccumbing to the slacker that I am, I called in sick to work today. While I aimed for an uber-productive morning, I have actually done a sum-total of nothing. Nada. Okay, not true, I did indulge in some decadently creamy blue cheese and Italian brie on some crackers, as well as the sweet red effervescence of a Barq's Red Creme soda.
*burp*
Excuse me. I don't usually indulge in imported cheese for breakfast. Perhaps I should more often though. Why fight the urge to indulge in wonderful flavors. Yum
I'll be leaving shortly to eat some sushi (can you say o-toro tataki?) and then on to the Mega Big Box Sport-o-rama, to check out a Christmas clearance sale. In particular I'm looking at a 70 pound punching bag. I'm not sure why a punching bag is a good gift, but someone apparently thinks so. Who am I to argue? I just need something to beat up in my basement.
Later today, I'll be trying to assemble this very complicated gift. I bought a bunch of recycled materials at the local green project. My goal is to produce some kind of coat-hook thingy for a bathroom, utilizing saved faucet knobs and heart-of-pine wall trim. Wish me luck, cause I don't know where to even begin. If I'm successful, I will have paid a grand toto of 13 bucks for eight presents. Yay, cheapie me!
This evening, I'm going to write, or at least give the appearance thereof. I may go to my brother's. I may not. I do have somewhat of a mourning going on. I consumed the very last of my sweet hash stash last night. Bye bye, weed. Better it's gone, as I could use more short-term memory and less midnight munchies.
Oh, well, that's all for now. Talk to you guys later.
*burp*
Excuse me. I don't usually indulge in imported cheese for breakfast. Perhaps I should more often though. Why fight the urge to indulge in wonderful flavors. Yum
I'll be leaving shortly to eat some sushi (can you say o-toro tataki?) and then on to the Mega Big Box Sport-o-rama, to check out a Christmas clearance sale. In particular I'm looking at a 70 pound punching bag. I'm not sure why a punching bag is a good gift, but someone apparently thinks so. Who am I to argue? I just need something to beat up in my basement.
Later today, I'll be trying to assemble this very complicated gift. I bought a bunch of recycled materials at the local green project. My goal is to produce some kind of coat-hook thingy for a bathroom, utilizing saved faucet knobs and heart-of-pine wall trim. Wish me luck, cause I don't know where to even begin. If I'm successful, I will have paid a grand toto of 13 bucks for eight presents. Yay, cheapie me!
This evening, I'm going to write, or at least give the appearance thereof. I may go to my brother's. I may not. I do have somewhat of a mourning going on. I consumed the very last of my sweet hash stash last night. Bye bye, weed. Better it's gone, as I could use more short-term memory and less midnight munchies.
Oh, well, that's all for now. Talk to you guys later.
