Monthly Archives: December 2019

I was early. It was too warm to think about Christmas. The weather forecast was calling for spitting rain, I was not dressed for that. I was hungry. I wasn’t in the mood to drink. My two cohorts from last … Continue reading →

It seems as if it’s been some time since I’ve been pleased with my life, this weekend didn’t help. I thought it would feel good to get rid of stuff, and while it did, it took me over an hour … Continue reading →

Yesterday afternoon I made the executive decision to skip my play and go home to exercise and eat leftovers. Work has been annoying, and while the process of paying for EuroHash (more on this below) frustrated me, at least it’s … Continue reading →

Really poking along this morning and not pleased with myself. Last night’s Irish Stew experiment was good, but had a strong bitter finish to it that I didn’t care for. And yes, in the end I caved and: 1) went … Continue reading →

Got my fat ass out of bed on a cold morning only to have beaten the Waschsalon employee to work. Ah, she just arrived. Hmm, for the second time in a row one of the Waschsalon’s perks, WiFi, seems to … Continue reading →

It’s 8:10 and a pity that I am still unshowered and in bed because the sound of helicopters hovering over I-20 right now tells me that there’s been accident. A look at Google Maps shows me that the accident has … Continue reading →

Two out of three ain’t bad, right? Friday night was good, had a beer at Yacht Club before seeing “Waffle Palace: Christmas”. Saturday turned out to be a mildly productive day during which I was able to spend 50 minutes … Continue reading →

Ah, a relaxing night at home; it was much needed. I am working from home today, so while it shouldn’t be relaxing at least I don’t have to deal with a commute. Last night I hooked up my new AppleTV. … Continue reading →

I tried listening to a Christmas song yesterday, the mood is not in me yet. What is in me is too much food. Combining this problem with my gimpy ankle, I have decided to skip tonight’s SLUT hash even though … Continue reading →

Decided I needed exercise before German class so I did about a three-mile stroll through Piedmont Park. Had I not managed to hurt my apparently-never-going-to-heal ankle it would have been a much better experience.