Metric Ass-ton
Good lawd, I did a metric fuck-ton today. I had the kind of day where if someone else just did what I did I'd feel guilty that I was proud of going to Starbucks and the bagel shop in one run before Noon.
I layed down on my bedless bedroom floor and tried to sleep around 2:00am, but sleep didn't come quickly. Probably because of the canned ice coffee in my stomach and all the things that needed to be done in my head.
After finally getting to sleep my phone woke me up at 7:00 so I could drop the kids off at their other home before Eight. AKA bring the pugs to Scott & Jori's before ol' Scotch went to work. I've been trying to be a better dad/packleader lately, so I walked them for twenty minutes before packing them into the truck. I really just want them to behave and have a frictionless relationship with me. Walk next to me, don't bother the cats, stay out of the garbage, etc. One out of three ain't bad, right? I think I just need to be patient. Fuckers.
Getting home I cleaned out the trash in my truck, cooked up some coffee and toast (had about two bites), checked on my broken website, and packed up some more. I must have went up and down both flights of my stairs a hundred times. I don't even think I'm exaggerating.
The amount of crap I thew away is disgusting. As an example, I had two of the same-sized boxes in my bathroom (which, incidentally, was the quickest and easist room). One box for Keep, the other for Throw. The Keep box is about... three inches full. The Throw box was overflowing. This was my day. Hours and hours of moving from room to room and keeping about a fourth of the things I found there.
The K and I did run around the day before and sold the things people wanted to buy and donated the rest. The snooty/trendy Buffalo Exchange only took four or five things out of the overflowing box I dropped off with them, but they did give me $21. The large used media store took about half the weight out of the extremely heavy box I brought them. $17. Sadly my old comics weren't old enough for the local comic shop, but I did donate my Wolverine binder to a girl who became smitten with it. All else went straight to Good Will.
Scott & Jori came over to help me move stuff, and Scott almost dropped my TV. Pansy. He did, however, break one of the cinder blocks holding up the trailer. tsk tsk It's coming out of his paycheck. Jori filmed the whole ordeal, making jokes about my sexual orientation and nay-saying all the way. Hopefully I can get a hold of it, I'll put it on my blog.
Okay, I'm gonna take off. This thing is too long.
That's what she said!
- David
I layed down on my bedless bedroom floor and tried to sleep around 2:00am, but sleep didn't come quickly. Probably because of the canned ice coffee in my stomach and all the things that needed to be done in my head.
After finally getting to sleep my phone woke me up at 7:00 so I could drop the kids off at their other home before Eight. AKA bring the pugs to Scott & Jori's before ol' Scotch went to work. I've been trying to be a better dad/packleader lately, so I walked them for twenty minutes before packing them into the truck. I really just want them to behave and have a frictionless relationship with me. Walk next to me, don't bother the cats, stay out of the garbage, etc. One out of three ain't bad, right? I think I just need to be patient. Fuckers.
Getting home I cleaned out the trash in my truck, cooked up some coffee and toast (had about two bites), checked on my broken website, and packed up some more. I must have went up and down both flights of my stairs a hundred times. I don't even think I'm exaggerating.
The amount of crap I thew away is disgusting. As an example, I had two of the same-sized boxes in my bathroom (which, incidentally, was the quickest and easist room). One box for Keep, the other for Throw. The Keep box is about... three inches full. The Throw box was overflowing. This was my day. Hours and hours of moving from room to room and keeping about a fourth of the things I found there.
The K and I did run around the day before and sold the things people wanted to buy and donated the rest. The snooty/trendy Buffalo Exchange only took four or five things out of the overflowing box I dropped off with them, but they did give me $21. The large used media store took about half the weight out of the extremely heavy box I brought them. $17. Sadly my old comics weren't old enough for the local comic shop, but I did donate my Wolverine binder to a girl who became smitten with it. All else went straight to Good Will.
Scott & Jori came over to help me move stuff, and Scott almost dropped my TV. Pansy. He did, however, break one of the cinder blocks holding up the trailer. tsk tsk It's coming out of his paycheck. Jori filmed the whole ordeal, making jokes about my sexual orientation and nay-saying all the way. Hopefully I can get a hold of it, I'll put it on my blog.
Okay, I'm gonna take off. This thing is too long.
That's what she said!
- David
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