september 11th, 2017: jacob

its only monday and im already ready for this week to be over.

helping out chaves with stuff. that building is so hot. and nothing is working like it should. but ayala came by to say bye so thats cool. im gonna miss that lady.

soccer. that jacob kid...boy is he gonna be a handful. what a crappy little kid.

and then on to band practice. double j came out to do drum stuff and did pretty well actually. we had a decent thing going so thats cool and kd got to pick up the six strings. not a bad lineup at all.

september 10th, 2017: fat...in france?

sunday morning run. there was a little baby praying mantis on the window. i tried to get a picture but he flew away. didnt know that was a thing...now i kinda fear them.

groceries.

i was running through some music, but as usual the morning stuff took a bit out of me and i didnt make it through

su was making a big deal out of something that didnt make a lot of sense. she rarely does though. something about people taking her table and her drinks being thrown out. i didnt have anything else to do so i tried to figure it out. nope.

ring of honor. 309. dalton castle was in the main event so that seemed promising. and it was.

running through some basslines. and trying out that new 'war on drugs.' good stuff. creeper was all right too. kinda wish id seen them at warped tour. then again, i dont think i had the time since we were there a little late.

september 9th, 2017: i hope shes eating something

i wasnt really feeling up to the whole gym thing, but its saturday and thats what happens on saturday. 

shoulders and back things. groceries.

a couple episodes of nxt and a much needed nap. my days really need something else to them. im not sure what, but something.

seems that tony was equally bored. he found an old video of us in my virginia apartment and making fun of mallory. those were some good times. and im pretty much still doing the same thing. lying around on a floor. in front of the couch. listening to my ipod with a laptop.

i fired up the wii today so i could try some pokken tournament. that didnt happen, but i did find out that the thing is finally hackable so thats cool. now if only there were games that i wanted to play and didnt already have.

september 8th, 2017: i cant help, but i can prop this door open

far side meetings and whatnot. trying to clear up stuff before it becomes an issue.

seeing what chaves is up to. that windows upgrade stuff is just as much as an issue as expected. the 'assistance' they wanted from me is pretty much unnecessary. and being in that building is just awful. its so hot and it really becomes a bother after a bit. and my only real contribution was propping a door open.

eventually the day is over and its been draining. i feel like i started off with an empty tank and now im very ready to go home.

catching up on wrestling. they shouldve done a big brawn vs show match at wrestlemania. it couldve been an unexpected highlight of the night. barely got through that and then fell asleep on a damndee thing. 

a very intense dream about quake 1 and my grandmother. then back into the real world around 11:30. so thats great.

september 7th, 2017: california grapes become california raisins

up early and knocking out documents. theres a thing today to talk about that ball, so i have to get that script done up. 

i rushed out and almost forgot to take my last pill. 6 days of being pretty on track and then i almost threw it all away.

a mildred thing to start the day. and then off to a thing about chavez stuff. kinda late, but what can you do. its largely a waste of time and will continue to be. unfortunately, people are only hearing what they want to hear so thats something. and then off to the ball thing. im late for that too. it ended up being well worth my time and taking much very much of it too. and then home to change and off to the food bank thing. once again...late.

one of the things i think about a lot is shoe stains. and thats a thing i had to deal with today. thanks a lot turnips...

it would be nice if a meal had been thrown in the day at any point. but i guess not eating made buffalo wild wings that much better.

and then back to work. catching up on things. some new. some old. some not even thought of until now. and largely just waiting out the day.

laundry. groceries. dinner. chatting a little with mom about nothing, snupps folk about stains, and even damndee briefly about that tn ultras. and then finishing off that script. i got through a lot of albums in the meantime.

all in all im very ready for this week to be over.