Hello Wednesday. It doesn't seem like a Wednesday; having a blizzard really kills a week. The blizzard's over, things are back to normal and soon the snow will turn to rain. There's something very peaceful about snow. I remember when I was in high school taking my dog for a long walk in the snow. At one point, we were just sitting there in almost total silence: man and dog at one with the world, not a care in the world -- I loved that dog -- his name was Max.

My Tuesday wasn't so great. I picked that day to break in my new jeans. I'm a big guy and at a certain point my jeans have to give a little in certain unnamed strategic places. The damn things never gave! I'm going to send them back; they fit better in the store. I know I said this before but I'm still trying to recover from my bleaching accident. Bleach one load of colored clothes and you're screwed!

Here's a meaningless

photo of my jeans
I have to wear these snow boots to work and they're uncomfortable. I bought them for $8 bucks at a discount store. I'm not going to buy new boots because of one storm; I'll continue to suffer. I do change into sneakers at work. But the sneakers I keep at work for emergencies are equally as uncomfortable as the boots! So, in short, I was a mess yesterday. Once I find good clothes again, I'm going to buy 10 of everything. Sensible solution? Probably not but it makes for a good read.

I have one more complaint about yesterday. I got home, chilled out and after a while, it hit me - I have beer in the fridge! I missed the chance to raise my maxing and relaxing to a whole new level.AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Such is life.

If my Dad were alive to read today's diary he probably would have said: bitch and moan, bitch and moan. Ha ha. If you think I bitched and moaned too much today, I'd just like you to reread the part about my jeans. In two thousand and three, a man shouldn't have to go through the day constantly pulling his pants up!

That's it!

God Bless America.