SIGH! I'm going to cut to the chase: I wasted the last 3 days of my life. I had Friday off and was tempted to drive back to Ohio but I would have run into what was left of Hurricane Ivan. So, my Friday was spent sleeping. I kid you not. I woke up around 10:00, watched some TV and then went to bed at 1:00. I didn't wake up until 6:00. I had to leave to get some dinner but looking back, I was really out of it.
I'm just mad at myself for not doing something more constructive with my time, you know, like going to a casino, ha ha. Sorry, I couldn't resist the cheap joke.
Excuse me for a second...I just turned off the Emmy Awards, whew! -- I'm considering changing careers. Not because we seemed to have lost every category, did you see it? I can't explain how I really feel for fear of being blackballed, it was just awful. Yeah, that shouldn't get me blackballed, right?
Back to my wasted weekend. Saturday I woke up around 10:00 and did the same stuff I do every weekend. Do I even need to write about it!? I watched a few movies but nothing new.
Sunday I woke up at 6:30 AM because my neighbor's alarm clock was going off for over an hour. It doesn't even piss me off anymore. He's a nice guy, I just get up and finish sleeping in my front room. I headed out of the apartment around 11:00 to get some walking in before my Sunday of football began. Up on Washington Street was the Hoboken Arts and Music Fair.
Hoboken Arts and
It's like a carnival but not as classy. I was thinking about buying a kebob for lunch but then I saw a guy preparing food in a bus stand -- No thank you. I got a haircut instead. I had to get my hair back on track after giving myself a crew cut this summer. SuperCuts saved me again.
I headed back to my apartment just in time for kick off. My fantasy team didn't do so great and I was having a hard time figuring out which game to watch. I kept changing the channels, trying to find the best match up. Too much of a good thing perhaps.
Around 4:00 my friend Tiffany called me and wanted to know if I wanted to get an early dinner. I was so burnt out with football, I jumped at the chance. I was also looking forward to talking to someone. We had a fun dinner and that pretty much brings me to where I'm at now.
I learned something this weekend; life is precious. If Friday, Saturday or Sunday was my last day on earth, I'd be very disappointed. Will I learn from this? Check back next weekend. I don't want to lose this feeling though. I'm actually disgusted with myself. I'm starting to think that being bitter and alone isn't going to work for me.
That's it. I have a lot of things to think about. Have a great Monday.
Sincerely,
Bob
