I woke up at 9:06 CST to the sound of a phone ringing. I answered it and it wasn’t for me. What a way to start the day. Technically I had woken up an hour earlier, but I feel asleep again. But now I’m up and it looks like I’ll stay this way for awhile.
I went to use my inhalers. I have albuterol because in this crazy American world of instant gratification, I can’t wait 15 seconds just to breathe easily again. Not that I was breathing badly (I was practicing all last night), but one can always breathe better. Then I took advair which is this new space age self propulsion inhaler that’s two, two, two medicines in one.
After that, I went to the bathroom, washed my hands, and logged onto AOL. Yes, AOL. Bite me.
Filtering through the 10 porn messages I had in my in-box to find nothing worthwhile, I logged onto the SDMB and I’m now typing this.
The sun has slowly been creeping across my monitor as I type this. Right now it’s covering around a third of it.
I’ve now spent close to an hour surfing the boards. I went to a martial arts thread and posted to it, then I went up to GD and reviewed a few threads I’ve been following, and then went down to the pit as sort of a mid-morning snack.
Speaking of snacks, I’m hungry. I think I’m going to log off for awhile, grab something to eat, and maybe do a few chores around the house.
Just last night before I went to bed I prayed that maybe somehow I could know exactly how you spent your day. My prayers have been answered and I thank you. What a way with words! I only have one complaint, you are going into all this detail but how can we really visualize you going about your day until we know what you are wearing. The teeming millions want to know…is it the fuzzy bunny slippers or the race cars?
At this point I’m wearing a pine green shirt and a pair of umbros. I also have boxer shorts that are sticking out of my umbros from the bottom like a reverse Marky Mark. I guess that would be a Kram Ykram.
And I’m sweaty. Does that about sum it up?
So, I got a donut (or doughnut, whichever you prefer) and then I went off to do a load of laundry. I’ve got one load already in the dryer, another in the washer, and another sitting in a bag still. I can’t believe I’ve stockpiled that many unwashed clothes. And astroboy14, if you let my washing machine invade your computer again, I’m coming over and slapping your ass back to America where I can really lay into you. Be warned.
I’ve also been organizing my cd collection. For the last two months, I’ve listened to every cd I have. Problem was, I never actually put them back in their cases. So this is turning out to be a fun day so far.
I think I’m going to cook dinner tonight for my family so I have to go shopping later today. If that much excitement is too much to handle, tell me and I’ll try to ease you into it slowly.
What CDs are playing right now?
What are your innermost thoughts?
What are you going to cook for your family?
I’ve been wondering how you are, so this thread takes care of it. Thanks.
What kind of donut? Are you going to use fabric softner in your laundry? Where are you going to shop? What do you think you might buy? Will you be tempted to buy last minute items? Will you buy me a present for using my 200th post on your day? Name all the members of your family and ages so I can feel I know them. A description wouldn’t hurt 
Gosh, so many requests, so little time. Why don’t you two buy the fan club newsletter like everyone else?
I seriously know someone that started his own fan club. It was kinda weird, kinda funny, kinda sad all rolled up in one burrito o’ fun.
Speaking of food, I’m going to make for dinner, ok, get this, chicken and spinach lasagna. It came to me in a dream. I think. Maybe it was the nitrous. Anyway, does anyone have a good recipe? Zenster I’m looking in your direction…
I’ve now have two loads of laundry in the dry. Yes, I just threw the second load right on in with the first one. Gosh I hope that doesn’t start a fire or anything. I’m also almost done putting my cds and cd cases back together. But I still can’t find my Cranberries’s cd case. Anyone know where I left that? Plus I have to alphibat…alphebet…I’m putting them from A to Z.
Gosh, 12:44 already. Time is flying today. I should really finish up some stuff. More updates to come.
Well, no recipes as of yet, I see. So I’ll just have to wing it.
So I showered and shaved. Which is a pretty big accomplishment considering it normally takes me about 5 hours to do those two things. I hate shaving, by the way. Electric razor or straight edge, new or old, it makes no difference. When I’m done I still look like I’ve got 5 o’clock shadow.
And the electric razor was wearing down, so I decided to let it run all the way down before recharging it. I let it vibrate on my desk for a bit and it travelled all the way across it and right off onto the floor. Aparently my razor is suicidal. But it eventually got pretty low and I swear I could almost hear “Daaaaaiiiisssy, Daaaiiissssy” as the gears slowed down.
I also folded my towels. I’m almost done with my laundry, with no house burnings to speak of. How great would that be if it did happen. Hey, here’s my day in a nutshell: wake up, set the house aflame, sleep in a homeless shelter. Of course, you probably wouldn’t hear the end of it, considering I hightly doubt they have internet connections in a homeless shelter. Then again, those day traders have to get their quotes from somewhere.
So I’m off to the grocery store and the bank now. Wish me luck.
BTW, mamahen, happy 200.
I’d just like to point out that “Kram Ykram” would make a great band name.
I just got back from the grocery store where I bought a crap load of stuff that may or may not be useful to my chicken lasagna.
I ran the idea of chicken lasagna past my mom and she said is sounds positively disgusting. Hmmm…I think I’m on the right track. She’ll like it, I swear.
Now to go find out how to shread chicken. I’ve got to go look up some recipes or something. This could take awhile.
Also, awhile ago I put a a pen without its cap on in my pocket. It bled throught my jeans and my underwear. It even got on my skin and took about two days to wash off. Well, I just noticed a bit ago that today I put both the ink stained jeans on and the ink stained underwear. I have no idea what this means, maybe that Venus is in line with Jupiter, but I’ll take it as good luck.
Ah crap! I have to get an oil change (on my car, not my face). This is going to cut into my cooking time.
And the oil change is complete. They rotated the tires, defogged the foggers, and cut the brake lines. At least, that’s what they told me they did. What do I know, I’m not a car expert. They did give me a bag of skittles as a present though. Mmm…sugar.
There was a lady in the waiting area that was on the phone with her credit card company, nearly in tears. Apparently some random person had called up to the company and asked to be sent a credit card on her account. Two days ago that person took out $1400 for items. Fun times sorting that thing out.
Do you know I’ve driven 5000 miles in the last 3 months? Now you do.
So on the way home I stop off at the bank. I thought it closed at 4:30. I get there at 4:03. It closed at 4:00. Figures. But out in the parking lot, there’s a truck with a bumper sticker that says “ASK before you fish or hunt on someone’s land.” Fair enough. Don’t want to steal. On the back window of the car, though, is Calvin pissing logo. Hmm…
So now I’m home and ready to cook dinner.
Can I just tell you that that was the best damn meal I’ve ever made? Yeah? OK,
That was the best damn meal I ever made.
I’m telling ya, chicken and lasagna go together like lamb and tuna fish.
I made a huge mess of the kitchen, but it’s all cleaned up now. I made salad and breadsticks and chicken/spinach lasagna. mmmm…perfecto. And it was all homemade too.
Well, ok, so I used Ragu sauce and I have no earthly clue how to make pasta, but other than that…
Oh, and if anyone can tell me a good way to make shredded chicken, please do. Because I was peeling them by hand for a bit.
Then I looked over to blender.
Then I kept peeling them by hand.
Then I looked at the blender again.
So I put those chicken pieces in and Voooomp!
Voooomp?
Voooomp!
That chicken flew apart faster than a DC-10 after FAA inspection. Hell, it flew apart faster than a chicken going into the engine of a DC-10.
Overall a great meal. But my back is killing me. I’m just gonna sit here and rest for a bit, maybe surf the boards.
Dear heart. I find you a facinating individual.
Go get one. They are good.
And I might even go through the rigamarole to add you to my friends list. (I alsomt never add people, even though I should.)
And the blender sounds like aperfectly reasonable way to shred chicken.
(But I’m not the one to ask…)
But if I got a live journal, I’d be afraid of random strangers prying into my personal life. Who wants that when I can give it to them without the work?
Besides, there’s no way I’m putting this much work in on a daily basis to make as boring a life as this is sound exciting. I should seriously become a spin doctor or something. Creskin himself couldn’t pull crap out of nowhere and make it entertain the masses better than I have.
No wait…
:looks at the view counter:
Um, my mistake. I think I kinda suck at this.
Never fear, though, I shall prevail.
oh yeah, before I forget, to answer two questions posed earlier:
- Sister, younger, brother older, and parents.
- Wasn’t listening to any CDs. Classic rock on the radio. It’s two for Tuesday! Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, CCR, Tom Petty, all double shots, all day.
So anyway, I read this evening outside before the sun went down. I finished close to three chapters in Ringworld which is a very creative book. I’m only about 2/3 of the way through it, but I think I’d recommend it. Then I watched the sun go down, my faithful dog at my side. Well, she was sitting in the lounge chair next to mine, but, geographically speaking, that’s pretty close to my side.
After that, I went inside, read some more, made a bit of tea, and watched the Simpsons.
Mmm…Deep Space Homer.
Oh, today in the mail I got a letter from the IRS saying that I haven’t paid a portion of my taxes still. It was a mishap that I thought I had cleared up 2 weeks ago by sending in a check. I sent in a check to 5 places on the same day and within a week now I’ve received notification from three of them saying “you haven’t paid us.” So, for the third time in as many business days, I’ve got to call up the letter writer, say “I sent you a check,” and hear them say “why, yes you did. Just ignore the letter.” Simple, easy, but I’m sick of making that phone call.
Also, I talked to a friend and I’m playing golf tomorrow. Which should be fun, considering the only clubs I have are the ones I played with when I was eight. It’s ok, though, it’s a small course.
Also, tomorrow I’m seriously considering getting my eyes checked. I think I’m going blind.
So I logged onto the internet just a little while ago, wandered through the pit and MPSIMS, and now I’m writing this. Nearly the end of an enlightening and productive day.
** Ender** thank you for letting us in on your day. I laughed, I cried, I almost fell asleep! How wonderful to feel like I am part of the day you had! Thank you thank you! I love you
I’ve decided I spend way too much time on SDMB. Really, look at today. That’s a crap load of time. Maybe tomorrow I can stop talking about my day and go out and live it.
This was a nice perspective on life. I’ve never actually writen in a journal before, but I know that writing does help to clear through your thoughts.
So, to conclude, I was on AOL tonight and tried to talk to a random girl online. Occasionally I’ll do that when I’m bored because it’s quite easy to IM them and say “hey, good evening, wanna talk?” and not fear rejection. But, alas, I was rejected this evening. She never replied. I wrote back a few minutes later saying “maybe you needed more pizzaz! I can say that same line while juggling fire and riding a unicycle.” Still no response. Alas, her loss.
So, I went on #straightdope and chatted for a bit with all the witty and intelligent people in there. That didn’t take long.
Then I surfed the internet trying to learn a bit more about our nation’s constitutions, various Indian tribes in America, and The Simpsons’ episode capsules.
So, after 16 hours, 20 minutes of full time awakenness, after books and banks, food and fun, cars and crap (figuratively and literally), this boy is going to bed.
What will I do tomorrow? Buy the book.