Go Go GO!

You know you're too busy when you get home and you think your apartment smells funny. You also know you're too busy when you make a post after midnight to make fun of what's happening. You know you've been too busy when your next door neigbhor greets you with a pleasant line of questioning that pretty much amount to him telling you that he misses you in a male heterosexual way. Just kidding...sort of. Around this time for the past two years, I spent six nights a week alone at home. It is both awesome and not awesome to always have to be somewhere next. I think I've spent one waking hour in this apartment during the last forty-eight hours.

To recap the what I've been sitting on or waiting for since Noon on Sunday with maybe an hour on my couch: Diner Booth - Retail line - Couch in a studio - Chair at a restaurant - Futon in a living room - Bed - Office Chair - Bench Press - Grocery line - My couch (2 hours) - Bed - Office Chair - Grocery Line - Futon in a living room - Bed - Office Chair - Banquet seat for watching people get awards because they make wealthy people more money - Traffic with two office people - Bench Press - Taking a left through traffic to get to Popeye's while you smile at a green Mustang with pissed off people shaking their heads at you in as melodramatic fashion as possible - My couch (20 Minutes) - Bar Stool - Piano Stool - Kitchen Stool.

Would somebody please throw me a draw four card? I probably need some time to marinate.

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