I’ve got this nagging feeling that I’m missing something. Or forgetting something. Or left my cell phone at the office. Or didn’t lock the door. Or forgot to put on deodorant. Something’s really bothering me, but I can’t put my finger on it.
Maybe there was something I was going to say today or someone I was going to call but didn’t. If it was you, I’m sorry. There might be someplace to go this weekend that I’ve forgotten about. I’m thankful that I have a wife to remind me.
I know for sure that I haven’t been writing much in this here weblog lately. And there are a few good reasons and a host of lousy ones why I haven’t been churning out the killer content so many of you are accustomed to finding here.
I don’t know. I hate this feeling — this gnawing in the back of my mind. The only gifts I have yet to buy are for the folks at the office. And in case any of you are reading this, you’re either getting chocolate or a zippo. It’s expensive Cleveland chocolate.
I’ve been spending a lot more time than usual on the phone with my wife this week. I don’t know whether it’s because I’m feeling more talkative than usual or she is. I know my beer intake has tailed off in recent weeks. And that’s not good or bad. It just is.
My last good drunk was Thanksgiving Day. I knocked down a few in the early afternoon at my in-laws’ house, then continued the roll at my dad’s house. Still, I finished early.
Speaking of the holiday, it was fairly low-key for a two-day food orgy.
I got to spend time with my parents, who I haven’t seen in a while. This year’s highlight was breakfast the day after with my dad and his friends at Eat ‘N Park. They busted each others’ balls for a solid hour-and-a-half. I was a special guest for their weekly ritual. It was good times.
I did go “door busting” for the first time in my life at 5 a.m. that black Friday. I’m not particularly proud of that, but for the love of all that I hold dear, Circuit City was selling Garmin c340’s for $199 apiece! (I bought three.) The parking lot was so full that somebody looking to park in the grass adjacent to it ended up driving straight into a gully and getting his giant pickup truck stuck with at least one entire wheel off the ground. Sort of surreal, but funny nonetheless.
Been rocking the guitar at lunch at work with a friend. We’re adding an acoustic bass player next week. So far, setlist includes unplugged versions of “Mary Jane’s Last Dance” and “No Surrender.” I’m stretching out a little bit. This is the first time I’ve played with another musician, and so far, it’s pretty cool. It’s going to make me a better player, I think.
So, yeah. That’s my update. It’s been a while. I know.
Because you suffered all the way through to the end of this entry, I reward you with something I actually told one coworker about a common regular sparring partner.
“Not all neurotics are geniuses; some are just annoying.”
