I feel like a one-legged man in an ass kicking contest. Rare is the recent dull moment and most of the time I feel off-balance. Work has been work and will continue to be work, but right now it's a lot of work. I have been writing for the Houstonist a bunch too. Oh, and there's the house.It still in a relative state of frat house chic. Clothes are strewn everywhere; halfway unpacked boxes litter the floor in all the rooms; and, my couch still lives in the garage, right next to my socks. I'd say it's coming along nicely. Nice enough to have poker night tonight! I feel like a junkie who's about to be dropped off at the meth lab.
Today I'm back at the office and trying not to space out per usual. It's not really working. Since you asked, things that occupy my brain power include:
- how did that grocery bag flying past the window got to be a 100 feet in the air?
- should I bench Ahman Green or not and why is Marques Colston a TE and WR?
- what's so bad about a bathroom palette of electric blue, super black, butter yellow, olive green & khaki?
- does my free mowing service include sundry raking of leaves or is that something I have to do?
- would a Taser be adequate in home protection or should I just get a .45?
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"What about him"
"Oh, don't worry about him. He's a Nihilist"
Where have you gone, Carl Hungus?
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