9:00 AM warning alarm goes off. This time, I actually was feeling awake and didn’t feel the need to sleep another hour and ten. I get up, do my morning routine and update the diary. I read a little more of the Watchmen graphic novel before taking off for work. I decide that I wanted an extra ten minutes to finish off the last remaining pages of the chapter, so I call into work and tell them I’m running late because of car trouble. I pack up my laptop and head off to work at about 10:50.
I get to work about ten after, as per usual, this time without the questions. I clock in and immediately go for the morning paper to play Sudoku and waste as much time as possible. It’s President Obama’s inauguration today, so I know we’re going to be slow as hell. Unfortunately, the Sudoku is an easy one and I finish a lot quicker than I wanted to, still leaving me with a solid five and a half hours to kill. I flip through the paper and read a few select articles while sipping on free coffee, occasionally taking a break to help a customer.
I get down on a burrito from Chipotle around 2:00 and bust open the laptop while I indulge. I check the e-mail and work a little on the script for a short film me and Dave T. are working on about two pot dealers spending their day chilling on a bottle of whiskey and the discussions they have with each other and the different colorful customers that go in and out throughout the day. Sounds like an award-winner, yes, I know.
Hannah comes in to relieve me at 5:00 and I go out to my car only to find out that I left my lights on all day and my battery is dead. Hannah gives me her keys to use her car to jump my ballin’ 2001 Chevy Cavalier, so I fire up a smoke and get to it. After about ten minutes of sitting out in the fucking blistering cold and letting my battery juice up, I finally am able to turn the engine over and I gun it home.
Tool was off work today so he’s already bombing around the condo cleaning up shit, as he always does. He obviously had fed the two little bastards because they’re both crashed out on the couch and aren’t bitching and moaning. I cruise into my room to hook my laptop back up in the office and proceed to the bathroom to read Watchmen and relieve myself of the giant burrito I had for lunch. I throw on some sweat pants and surf the net checking out the latest movie news on IMDB and playing a few online games of spades.
Hart, V and Shimon all show up around 8:00, so I leave my place of solitude to go socialize for a bit. Me and Shimon get into a discussion about the show my band is playing on Saturday (he used to be in it, but just recently quit/got kicked out). We just shoot the shit about playing and then he tells me that he talked to the singer, Chris, of the band who is supposed to play with us, and Chris told him that they weren’t going to play. Needless to say, I was very heated over this whole debacle and had a few choice words to describe the situation (yes… they were naughty words). I crack open a Becks to ease my thoughts and chill out watching some episodes of 30 Rock with the rest of the crew.
They all leave around 11:30 PM and Tool hits the sack early because of a food safety class that B-Dubs is sending him to. I break out my laptop on the couch with me to burn my Netflix DVD’s so I can send them back tomorrow. As that tedious process is going on, I rock some Lego Batman on my Wii.
I call it a night around 12:30 AM and go brush my teeth and do some push-ups (I’m trying to keep in as much shape as possible while trying to do the bare minimum to accomplish said goal). My DVD player took a shit the other night, so I can’t get down on anything in my extensive collection. I instead end up crashing while watching episodes of Flight of the Conchords.
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