I picked up a burrito for dinner and the next thing I knew I woke up at 2 am to the sound of my phone off the hook. I must have knocked it off. That wasn't a fun way to wake up.
Saturday I woke up at 8. I had to bring my car to Sal because I was leaking anti-freeze. He looked it over, did some kind of pressure test, tightened the hose and that was about it. He said I have a small leak but if I watch my fluid level, it's no big deal. That was welcome news! I said how much do I owe you, I'll pay anything, ha ha. He said, "Ten dollars" -- I didn't have $10. I drove to the store, got some change and some cereal. Sal's a good mechanic.
Around 11, my brother George, called me up and via cell phone, I directed him to my apartment. He had to hit the road so we just hung out for a little bit. I was still tired from the week and not getting enough sleep.
L to R: George, Bob
He left around 12 and I got a shower. I walked up the street to do my laundry. I got back to my apartment and I didn't know what to do with myself. I watched some TV, then decided to walk around and get some dinner. Hoboken was really crowded on Saturday. Yuk. I didn't buy anything, except for a chicken tostada for dinner.
Saturday night after dinner I decided to go through my website with a fine-tooth comb. I updated my Car and Rap Doll Collection areas of the site. I also changed some "2003" copyrights to 2004. Then I thought, who the hell's going to steal this crap? I also took my e-mail address down from a couple of areas to try and cut back on all the spam I get. The one part of my site that isn't right is the message board, if you try to click on it anywhere but from the home page, it will take you to my old board that doesn't exist anymore. I hate message boards.
Sunday I woke up around 9. I watched CBS Sunday Morning and then I got a shower. I drove to the A & P. Then I drove to Best Buy. Then I drove to a strip mall. I walked into a Pier 1 Imports and I said to myself, "Sweet Lord, it smells like a French whore's vagina in here." Not that I know what a French whore smells like but I'd have to guess that it's a cross between wicker and 100's of bad candle scents.
I went to all these places and I didn't buy anything. I cut my losses and went home. I cleaned my apartment. I put some time in on my kitchen. I had some items, like cups, that I haven't moved in 8 1/2 years. You know what I always say; clean kitchen, clean mind.
Sunday night I had the girls over for my big Sex and the City party. Kidding.
You know what I've been watching again, Cops. That's a really good show. And Queer Eye is pretty good too.
OK, that's it!
Have a great day.
All my best,
Bob
