Beer is going to become an endangered species over here. Yay Sportsball! I hope the Patriots lose.
OK, we’re done with Katie Perry now. Bring back the foozeball!
Ibuprofen: It does the body good.
I don’t eat your Proplan, you don’t get my dinner. Logic for dogs.
I have coffee. I have creamer, I have milk. I have tea. Apocalypse averted.
Putting a song on repeat has always been a thing for me. It helps me get things done and sometimes I just like to listen to the same song over and over again because it reflects the current mood I’m in, or some present feeling.
My current song is this by Sam Smith:
Now if I can just figure out how to get Spottify to repeat a track on the iPhone.
And it looks like
Matt agrees where repeating tracks is concerned. I’m in good company.
BTW, there’s a
great podcast Matt was interviewed on recently. I’ve gotten a lot out of just this episode and will be adding it to the podcatcher.
Radio Free Dishnuts needs to start using Slack.
Not that I’m saying it’s OK to wallow in the shit life throws at you all the time, but to never wallow would be humanly impossible.
And that’s perfectly OK. Afterwords, pick yourself up and continue going forward.
Last night, as I was getting ready for bed at 9:30, I had an idea.
I knew I didn’t want to sleep late, so I set an alarm. Well, only problem is, the alarm is on the phone, and the phone charges by my bed.
So when the alarm went off at 6 this morning, I reached over and turned it off, and promptly fell back to sleep.
I rolled out of bed at 11 and am still working on my first cup of coffee. Note to self: Plug the phone in somewhere else so I have to get out of bed to turn off the alarm.
I was putting my phone on Do Not Disturb in preparation for tonight’s Toast Masters meeting. I accidentally started music play in the process. Good thing no one in their new who Kevin bloody Wilson is. And it’s also a good thing I didn’t let the music play long enough for the lyrics to start. That could’ve gotten real ugly real fast.
Afterwords Barbara and I went to Zacksby’s for dinner. My order number was 68, so I was sure Barbara would get 69, thus ensuring that we wouldn’t lose at perversion for the evening. Sadly, this was not the case. Someone at the drive-through got 69. So no matter how you Cut it, I lost at perversion all the way around this evening. Oh well, tomorrow’s another day.
It’s way too cold. I want to go back to bed. Still tired.
Doing the “right thing” and getting in a workout today.
Could someone explain what all this dress stuff is about? Very confused.
No, this is not coffee. It’s dinner. So it needs to nike longer than one minute.