SWARTHOS

Day after day I find myself meandering around the house, bouncing off the walls in search of something — anything — that will remind me of what I’m doing with my life. I guess juicing some cucumbers was something, but I’m not sure if that’s really making a difference in terms of improving my health.

All I know is that this weekend I’m popping the cork and downing a few. Gawd knows I’m gonna need it. They’re saying there’s a canine virus spreading across the country that’s got me a bit concerned, but my pup doesn’t seem to worry about it, I’ll do the worrying for him. Ain’t nothing better than having someone to worry about the bad. No more parks for awhile, we’ll stick to the concrete gated confines of the company plant.

It’s also worth mentioning that I had a mild ass-kicking today. Even better? The dude who was supposed to give me a break on this particular 15 day shift never showed up, so here I am stuck in the same place for another 12 hours.

On the bright side, I did manage to consolidate my blogs, set them up so’s I could get things in order. Time will tell how this’ll turn out.

Random thought: I miss going to the movies and bowling. Should I combine the two? Maybe. Bowling inside a movie theater or a movie inside a bowling alley? Now that’s the kind of shindig I want. Someone pass me a beer and when I’m good and tuckered out, just sling me over your shoulder and carry me back home. My house is just up the street and over yonder. – out