Yesterday I got off work at 1pm. Y’see sometimes my job isn’t THAT bad. Sure I will often work late late nights, but just as often I get to leave at 1 on a Friday. Hip hip!

So, after a brief stop at Lund’s for some medical supplies (Niacin, for all of the drug tests I need to pass), I arrived at home. Observe:

1400 – 1430: Alternating between sleeping in the bathtub and reading Muscle and Fitness in the bathtub
1430 – 1500: Preparing, eating, and not really enjoying a chicken tortilla wrap. ESPNews as well.
1500 – 1600: Napping face down on the guest bed, with Shermo also sleeping on my ass.
1600 – 1700: Reruns of “Malcom in the Middle”
1700 – 1900: Starsky and Hutch (movie – 1 star)
1900 – 2100: Tomkats (movie – 0 stars)
2100 – 2200: Doing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen
2200 – 2359: Red Sox v. Angels. No Jacoby sightings.
000 – sleepy time

As you can see I pretty much spent 10 straight hours in the bath, asleep, or watching TV. Now, the application process for becoming my apprentice is long and arduous, so only the fortituous of heart and intestine should apply. Also, with that much lying around, I cannot accept anyone who is prone to bedsores, restlessness, or muscle atrophy. Send me your name and number via smoke signal, and I will contact you.

Today my goals are to:
1. Go grocery shopping
2. Move some furniture for G’s mom.
3. Clean Bob (my new truck, for the uninitiated)

Mr. Samback is sleeping. Don’t bother trying to wake him up, he has a ritual.

I leave the home camp and consider making the trek to River alone. Everyone around here is to scared to make that run, even in a group. My mind doesn’t work that way. I have everything I need, and anything I don’t can be found along the way.

My mind is made up. I will go.