I had a great day. I woke up at noon and read Scientific American over a lunch of turkey and dressing at a local restaurant. Then I rode around town aimlessly for while in my Caprice Classic just seeing what there was to see.
That took up some time….I probably got back home around three. Then I watched some of the Rockets/Lakers game until I got sleepy around 4. Because I was sleepy I decided to take a nap…..so I did that and it turned out to be a good idea. I was very happy when I woke up around 6….but I was a little hungry.
So I went to get some more food. This time I ate a Triple Lindy Burrito from Moe’s and read this month’s issue of Fortune magazine. Scientific American was more interesting. Did you know the Universe may not have started at the big bang? Did you know that everything might be made of massless one dimensional strings vibrating at different frequencies? We’re all made of strings. Crazy.
After that I purposely got lost on the way home so I could see something new and then I watched Star Trek Andromeda, with captain Dylan Hunt. Anne thinks I have a man crush on him, but that isn’t true. We’re just friends. I don’t like him like that. I do, however, have an crush on the alien chick with red hair. The android is pretty hot too.
As I was just sitting here thinking about what a nice day it was I remembered that Sunday is the day on which most suicides occur. I learned this curious fact in Chile from my psychologist roommate who also happened to be a great drummer.
Anyway, the theory goes that during the week you are busy and, though your life may suck, you are distracted from that fact by all your busyness. Then on Saturday you are likely hungover from the drinking you do on Friday to celebrate the fact you’ve made it through another useless, mind numbing week.
But on Sunday, after things quiet down from the activities of Saturday, you are allowed some time to contemplate your state of affairs and mentally prepare for another blisteringly average week. It is at this point that the suicides occur, when one takes stock and realizes they can’t bear another week.
Well, it is Sunday and this was by far the best day of my week. Things are pretty good I guess.
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You do have a man crush on Jay Z though!!!! About those alien ladies – don’t admit that online or ever again. Thanks
Cut it out with the delusions of grandeur – you know you are not friends with that actor – and dreams don’t count!
I’d like to see where that suicide sunday stat came from.
Hey Buddy!
It’s good to read about all the latest trials and tribulations in your life! U tha MAN! I’m excited to read that you moved to hot lanta! I’m sure you’ll paint your color on the town before you leave. I miss you, and I’m glad to see you are doing well. As I always say, no surprise. Things are moving along as normal here in VA and I’m holding the fort down. Olivia is due on July 19th, and it’s a little girl. It’s funny how that happens. Two weeks after she was pregnant I started decorating the room for a girl. She laughed and said ” You don’t know it’s a girl!” and I replied, yep, it is. It’s God’s way of getting back at me for all the unjustices I’ve done to women in my short life time.
Her name is going to be Sophia Laine. I’m pretty pumped. It’s gotten to the point where you can not only feel her kick but you can see it.
Things have been the same as always. Trying to avoid the marriage rut as much as possible. I guess it kind of gets lumped into life’s rut as well. I don’t think it really matters whether you are married or not, just timing.
Work is work. As long as I get paid twice a month it’s enough to keep a smile on my face.
I was in Gville last weekend and of course, it wasn’t the same. Nothing the second time around ever is. I hope here in the future we will get a chance to cross paths again.
Shit, seems like the last time I saw you was the night before my wedding when we drove home and I was blistered. Always could hold my own for a little guy.
Take care my friend and much love. God knows the world needs more of it.
Ever need a friend, you know I”m there for ya.
JHO