80-74, Chart

This morning, I woke up at 5:57, took a shower, ate bowl of cereal, lounged around, and got in the car and drove away. Then I opened my phone and saw I needed an extension cord, so I rushed back to the house, sturggled to find an extension cord but eventually found one, and then drove away.

Then I got to the Worldmark place and sat and waited and waited before finally calling Erica and asking her where she was.

I then drove to the property I was supposed to work out where she was waiting. She showed me how to operate her sander, and then told me what I had to do. Then she left.

Then I started sanding, and did that for approx. 45 seconds before I realized that this was going to be completely undoable without bug spray, which I went to Rite Aid and purchased. Then I sprayed bug spray.

Then I sanded for a while before I ran out of sand paper.

Then I went to the hardware store and bought more sand paper, drove back, and sanded some more. And I sanded, and I sanded, and I started to get extremely disgruntled that it was taking me forever to hit bare wood, so I drove to the hardware store to inquire as to what I was doing wrong, when I was notified for the third time of the day that I did not need to expose the wood, just rough the old paint up a bit. So I did that.

Then I went and got my brother’s weedeater, and I ate the weeds, and that took about 15 minutes.

Then I dropped the weedeater off, went home, took a shower, wrote a bill, adding on unnecessary charges (Fuel and Insect Toleration Surcharge- US$5) until I got my desired US$30 out of the deal.

Then my Mom and I loaded a table in the back of the car, and drove to the hardware store where I gave Erica her sander and the bill, and then we went to my Grandma’s house, and she wasn’t home but we put the table where she wanted it.

Then we went home.

Then my Grandma called to ask me if I’d look at a rattle in her car, so I drove down there, got in her car, drove it around, and determined two things:

A) the rattle is coming from the right trunk hinge.
B) there is not a damn thing I can do about it.

So I explained that it wasn’t mechanical at least and yaddah yaddah, and then she gave me ice cream.

Then Iw ent home, watched the Mariners game for a bit, and went to some ladies house to scout out work, and agreed to terms on a US$75 lawn mowing/pawn cleaning job.

Then I went back home, watched the game, and sat around.

Now i’m here.

I don’t think babies can be made this way though

Others: The moon’s made of rocks.
You: But world hunger.
Others: But rocks
You: But if it were made of cheese it’d make a lot of sense to go mine it. We should go mine the moon for cheese.
Others: The moon isn’t made out of cheese.
You: Does this mean we can’t discuss this?

"Chicks who dig home runs aren’t the ones who appeal to me," he said. "I think there’s sexiness in infield hits because they require technique. I’d rather impress the chicks with my technique than with my brute strength. Then, ever…y now and then, just to show I can do that, too, I might flirt a little by hitting one out."

- Ichiro Suzuki

LaRue is beneath his talent, off his radar and not in his inbox.