New Experiment

So I'm here waiting for Calzones to finish cooking. Here's what I did:

Got a large mixing bowl, dumped in:

1 whole jar of pizza sauce (small jar)
1/2 pack of shredded mozarella cheese
8 diced small meatballs (frozen from the bag, just thaw first)
a hand full of pepperoni slices
1/2 large diced onion
1 clove diced garlic
pinch of oregano and thyme

Take a spoon and mix things up good.

preheat oven to 450 and with large cookie pan preheating as well

cover the pan with a light sprinkling of flour

spread your pizza dough out to a large rectangle about the size of a rectangle pizza (I used pilsbury pizza dough in a roll)

dump 1/2 of the contents of the mixing bowl into 1/2 of the rectangle. spread it out good.

fold the other half over to form a seal

repeat with another roll of pizza dough

let bake for 16-17 minutes or until it gets brown

let it stand for 4 and slice and serve

I don't know how good it is, but I'm about to find out. Cross your fingers. :)

Okay ... nobody died. My dad is wolfing his down now. He says to make them again so that's a good start lol. I got an "oh yah" out of him, which I've never had him say before.

Share away, they're pretty good. :)

k9
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Saturday Night

Went out into the real world today. Finished the wood pile first thing this morning. Then went to work for three hours, turned in my time sheet and got in the car and went out. You know, there. The world of man or woman or whatever they're calling it this week.

So I went to Toys R Us first. Keep forgetting that Saturday afternoons are a bad time to go. Too many kids, too many "families" with shopping carts. I couldn't check out figures for my niece and, of course, they didn't have the gamecube games I wanted to get her. Ended up getting her "Disney Soccer" and "Monsters Inc." instead and I'll make it up to her.

Drove next door to Circuit City. Scary place. Teenagers in their little Circuit City outfits on every row. One looked like Natalie Portman but I didn't notice until I had side stepped them all, checked out the Xbox games then took the back row by the computer software since none of the little smiling faces bothered to go back there. Looped around and got the CD I was looking for (Dido "Life for Rent") then picked up a couple of DVDs for myself and a Star Trek movie for one of my volunteers whose husband is in the hospital.

Right now watching "Grosse Point Blank." Great movie. John Cusak as a professional killer who, on the advice of his therapist, goes home to his ten year high school anniversary. Of course there's a girl involved. The girl. Minnie Driver in probably her best role ever. He stood her up on prom night 10 years earlier. Completely vanishing into the mists on the way to pick her up.

I haven't gone to my reunions. I think it's been 15 years this year. I'm not going. Haven't talked to anyone from high school in about 13 years. I put my little profile on the high school web site but there's no way in hell anyone remembers me since I was rarely there anyway. I'm not haunted or anything by those years, I think they were the worst of my life, my dad was bad then. Bad enough for me to skip everything, proms, dances, graduation.

Wish there was a girl like in this movie to think of and dream about, but there isn't. I gave up on my ghosts last year during the emotional double whammy that was the summer. I'm free of ghosts, free of entanglements and I'm actually at peace for once.

Had a ghost come back the other week. Popped in, dumped "I'm sorry for hurting you ... I've been wanting to say that for a long time ... can we be friends?" on my lap. Wasn't prepared for it. I mean I was over that person, long ago, accepted the guilt and the blame for things not working out and didn't think back, didn't linger. Then it shows up, right in my face and I realize that there's no way in hell this person is really sincere. I got angry.

Women become couples. Women become dependant. When the man (or woman or what have you) isn't there, they're someone else ... but as soon as they are back with their lovey dovey whatever they go back to being "the couple" and there's no room for anyone else.

I didn't say anything in an angry tone. Said "we never stopped being friends" then excused myself and signed out.

Killed a lot of people in WWE Raw 2 for Xbox that night.

As expected, the love or what have you came back and she hasn't said a word to me since.

Typical.

I wish I could get haunted again. But then again, I'm good. I'm okay. I mean, let's face it, when you spend all your time mooning over something that didn't happen or something that didn't work out you get kind of pathetic. I'm in a good way now. I'm at a point in my life where I should be moving forward. I may spend my nights alone, I may long for an active social life, but I've accepted who I am, I've accepted what life is and I'm here.

Now where I go from here ... stay tuned.

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Just ....

... when you thought it was safe to put the garbage out on the side of the house ...

BEAR ATTACK 2.

Well I'm not sure it was a bear. All I really know is that the garbage is on the ground and has been dragged everywhere outside.

My stomach was upset when I woke up. I'm sure going to be barfing out there as I do cleanup.

Gotta love it.

Off to doctor's, maybe I can get my head examined.

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Thinking.

Listening to "White Flag" by Dido off of her new CD.

Got a lot on my mind and I'm burning DVDs on the other machine a TON going on and I'm at the verge of making a big decision about work.

Should I stay with what I've known for 10 years?
Should I put my feet forward and move on to another team?

Everyone else made the decision rapidly. To THEM it seems like they know what they want to do. Me? I don't know. I was a volunteer for years then I got hired. Even when I *wasn't* getting paid I did the same job and I've been doing that job for 10 years now.

It's comfortable. I know the people. I know there's ZERO chance for promotion but that's job security in a way. I'm not going to move up or down.

The other choice is something that's a lot more boring, same pay, a lot less people to deal with. I don't know if there's security there because I really don't know anyone who is going that route.

They're assuring us that there will be no more layoffs. Even giving us more stuff to keep us happy. Thinking though, wondering what the future holds and if making the jump means that I'm going to put aside a lot of stuff that I've known and I'm good at.

Music is onto "Closer" by Dido now.

"Everyone says I look happier when you're around, the closer you get, the better I feel."

I haven't had music in a long time. I've spent too many days editing video on the dedicated machine. Between burning cds and editing video to put on those DVDS I just haven't had time to sit back and think about things or be creative. I've shot holes in the schedule I wanted to do for issue 400. Now, now I don't know when we'll get to it. I have ideas for new strips but god only knows when the mood is going to strike and I'm going to feel good enough to write.

Music helps though; feeling good now lost in Dido's "Life for Rent."

"If my life is for rent, and I don't learn to buy, I deserve nothing more than I get, because nothing I have is truly mine."

k9

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Experimenting

I'm not calling this pizza:

Standard pizza crust
Olive oil in the ring around the edge
provalone and mozarella cheese slices covering it
cover that with a ladle of your favorite BBQ sauce (I used honey smoked)
top with diced cooked chicken breast and crumpled fried bacon to cover
top THAT with cheddar cheese, oregano, thyme and diced onions mixed together with a bit of olive oil
top that with ripped up slices of the mozarella and a ripped up slice of monteray jack
bake 450 for 15 minutes
let stand for 4, slice and eat.

I'm calling it breakfast. It's cooking now.

I won't call it pizza because the moment you put bbq sauce on it, it's no longer pizza. Just looked in on it and it looks yummy. It's not deep dish but it is breakfast. :)

Lots going on.

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The World 2

The World scares me.

I'm home, watching "Everyday Italian" on the Food network. The host is hot and looks like Natalie Portman. Except she had a big giant head. I mean you look at her and go "Damn, that's a big giant head." She's cute though.

So I got home from the store and Burger King. Burger King was a mess. They remodeled to two windows, one for cash and soda, the other for your food. It was supposed to make things easier for everyone except ... well it was a half an hour from ordering to getting my food. By the time I got to the 2nd window I looked up and I lost my voice for a second. The girl at the window was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. (Well, take it with a grain of salt since my brain was gone for 30 minutes of waiting on an empty stomach.) I couldn't speak for half a second. I sort of stammered and got tongue tied, confirmed my order and drove to the wait (another 10 minutes) to get out of the parking lot.

I would be in lust if she probably weren't sixteen and I'll never see her again.

Watching "History's Mysteries" on Ghost Ships now. I don't think there's anything supernatural to them. I think that the ocean is a big place and things can float endlessly out there. It wouldn't surprise me if there are ships from hundreds of years ago just floating and circles, waiting to sink. After all, they actually track shipments of shoes and toys that are out there and may float until the end of time.

As a kid I used to check out ghost stories and mystery books. I remember being scared to death by the story of the Mary Celeste. The ship they found with no one aboard in 1872. It's not so much of a mystery to me. I mean let's face it, oceans, BIG PLACES, STORMY PLACES, there are animals who will eat you there, there are currents that will drag you to Hawaii, I mean anything can happen to you to just vanish out there without needing ghosts or aliens or pirates.

Recently there was a story about a woman who fell off her fishing boat and swam 12 hours to an abandoned oil platform. No one on board her boat even noticed she was missing until hours later ...

Anyway, the other day I watched a special on the "real" Robinson Crusoe. He was a guy who was abandoned on an island by his shipmates. He spent several years there, living with goats and cats. No "Friday" characters or anything like that. He was alone with the island for years. Yes, like the Tom Hanks movie, but he didn't try to make a boat and leave. He had fresh water, cats, goats, rats, fruit, you name it, he had a lot to do but he survived and wasn't found for years.

People vanish, that's the world. Anything happens.

Creepy way to end but I gotta lay down. Working 3-9. Dear god.

k9

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The World

I forgot to pay my Wal-Mart bill so I went out and paid it at the store at 10PM last night. It wasn't late or anything, it was due yesterday and paid yesterday. Wal-Mart at 10 PM on a Friday night is a scary place. Usually the kids use Wal-Mart as the only hangout around but there's now a curfew through out the area so it wasn't as crawling with teenagers as it usually is. It still scared the hell out of me. The workers all seemed like they were stoned ... so maybe the kids WERE there. Picked up "the Road Warrior" and "Amazon Women on the Moon" on DVD while I was there. Maybe *I'm* stoned.

I had a dream that Ashton Kutcher died. I remember I heard it on the radio during a dream. Of course I wake up and sign on to AOL and there's a story how Drew Barrymore blame's Demi Moore's romance with Kutcher for dooming Charlie's Angels 2. Yes, not that the movie SUCKED but that Demi and Ashton doing it had any barring on the movie's fate.

I don't remember how Kutcher died in the dream, I was too busy being yelled at by my girlfriend in the dream. I apparently put her in the strip and she was yelling at me because she didn't like the pictures. I've never seen this girl before so god knows what the future holds ... other than I pick girls who like to yell at me.

Oh well, off to start the day.

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Furious

I'm furious with DirecWay right now. I have no signal. I'm resorting to dialup right now. It poofed about 5 PM. This has happened before, I'm probably over capacity by a huge margin and they suspended me overnight. Why? Because they can.

About to watch "Survivor" and make a pizza.

Back now, accidently sprinkeled some dill weed into my top mixture so it's probably going to taste horrible. I got rid of most of it but I know nothing about spices so let's see lol. I lucked out and my mom bought whole mozzarella and provalone. Having it now, it's not too bad. The provalone is very very strong and it's filling the house with a cheese smell. I'll probably be eating pizza for days, which is fine with me. I'm feeling better now that I cooked.

Oh well,

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Upgraded

So I upgraded to the more advanced direcway account. $90 is a little much BUT it is flying right now so I'm happy about that. If you're thinking of getting Direcway just know that the basic account IS A SCAM. The only way you're going to get the service you want if you DL a lot is to go up to $90 and the "Business" account. I think I've been dl'ing stuff for a friend for an hour now and finally got throttled down and it's STILL faster than it was with the basic account.

Still haven't heard from Stef on the Stalker business idea. But that's par for course, I mean if we have her as the "Yah Right" stalker then you're not going to hear from her at all! Someone remind me to send her money.

Yesterday we had the great blackout of 2003. Not the NY-Ohio thing. We had the windstorm for hell and the lights went out at 2 PM ... right in the middle of the Kobe Bryant coverage. Thankfully, I had an update up. Sadly, uh, well, the lights didn't come back on until 9 PM. I'm kinda wary of everything in our fridge right now. I threw out my sandwich because it had mayo in it and my mom said to throw out the ice cream. Don't know what else to do.

I had nightmares about moving last night and in the dream we kept finding goldfish. They'd drop from the sky and I'd have to find water for them. If I missed them they turned into black beetles. Then these giant lizards would come and eat them.

I'm nuts, but you knew THAT.

Making up for missed hours today and tomorrow. Dear god. Should have just taken the rest of the week off.

Remodeled my bedroom last night. I might move the workout bench from in there to in my computer room and move the little desk from in here into there. Maybe having both the excercise bike and bench in here will get me to workout more ... maybe. Yah right.

So on that note, I'm starting the day. Help me.

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Morning

I realized why I was craving tea last night. It was pouring down rain, 80's music was blaring from 80's movies and ... for one brief shining hour or so ... I was a total geek and back in Seattle the 80's. I mean, there's not much difference between me then and me now except I'm heavier and I have a lot more hair ... oh well.

I'm realizing that hiring Stef as a stalker could be a good career move for her. I mean think about it, she's 14 hours away, she has no interest in stalking people, she's gorgeous, and she's never around. (This idea is PATENT PENDING.) So it's like free money for not giving a damn about the world. We could get B or D level celebrities to line up to be stalked just so they'd have a stalker! I mean being stalked is the new trend in Hollywood and I'm sure there would be people signing up for this service! Think of it, a stalker who doesn't write you, who doesn't call, who doesn't show up at your house, who does nothing but write her name down on the "Sure, I'm your stalker, right, whatever" list. Remember PATENT PENDING.

I mean that would fund the convent in the woods that she's planning to build! Think of it, well, until I get my hands on it and add a casino and Vegas style acts (PATENT PENDING), it could be a beautiful setting in the Canadian wilderness -- family style fund at the Church of the perpetually stalked!

I'm either a genius or she's going to find me and beat me up for being bratty.

In other news, my folks have left town. They're going to Seattle for a week. So the house will be extra quiet and I'll have responsibility up the wazoo for a week. It's also Kobe day two. I am scheduled to work 11AM-8PM. Why? Because I know my hosts won't be around until then ...

Dear god.

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Evening

So it's almost 8 PM and I'm about to watch the remastered DVD of "Sixteen Candles." Why? I don't know, I probably have a soft spot in my heart for John Hughes movies like Silent Bob did in the Jay & Silent Bob movies. Either that OR I'm so bored that I'm about to stop what I'm doing because this stupid DVD is starting with an incredibly long commercial. Yes, commercials on DVD THAT YOU CAN'T FAST FORWARD THROUGH. Okay, this sucks. As much as I like this movie NOTHING makes sticking advertising that you can't escape permissable.

Also, it looks like they TOTALLY skimped on extras in this 3 pack. Dear god, why? Why?

Oh, they got the original music back for "Sixteen Candles," "The Breakfast Club" and "Weird Science." Like it matters. Okay so it does. Some of this is entirely new and makes the movie seem authentic for a John Hughes film ... but still ... dammit.

Okay. This is strange. I feel like tea. I used to drink a lot of tea and coffee when I was younger. I gave it up when I was seventeen. Went cold turkey after screwing the hell out of my teeth from all that sugar. That's scary. I think I had a cup of black coffee once in 1988 and that was it. I haven't had real tea in longer than people I know have been alive. Dear god. I'm craving some orange hot tea dripping with sugar. Ugg.

Still wondering what Stef charges for stalkings. Hmm.

I think I'm going to go hide now.

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Blahs

It's been one of those weeks. I'm stressed out and I'm tired and the last thing I remember to do is blog. So I'm here, I'm alive, I'm sort of okay. I mean I'm NEVER okay, but I'm just blahed out at the moment. It's been a long strange week and I don't want to recap it. I just want to move forward.

Kobe Bryant day two tomorrow. Good lord. I'm scheduled for a marathon session at work. While there's politics going on and we won't get a lot of promotion off of it, our chat still fills up and our boards will be a mess. That's the power of Kobe. I don't care if he did it. As much as I see people get SO into this and fight SO much about what went on in that hotel room, I really don't care. It's not life or death. No one died and 99.9% of the "facts" that people were fighting over (and still are) were wrong. From her name to her picture to her injuries, nothing they've killed each other over for the past month has been true. It's amazing and it's more amazing that after the months of covering the story I really don't care any more.

I have to get out of this chair and shower in a minute. Then I have allergies then early work at 11. God help me.

Watched the episode of "Good Eats" the other day where his stalker kidnaps him. I'm thinking to myself that the stalker is kind of cute ... in a psychotic sort of way. I mean she loves him, she provides for him, she keeps him safe and so what if she's going to kill him if he makes a wrong move or tries to escape -- I know a lot of women who would kill you for less! I was thinking to myself "Gosh, that would be neat ..." and it probably wouldn't be, but you have to understand that my mind has been blown from an abnormal week. I'm SO gone that hey, I'd love a stalker right now -- FEMALE, sexy in that psychotic sort of way. Kidnap me and take me out of this life. Give me a new one. Do the whole witness protection agency thing. Just don't kill me or cut off body parts. Thanks.

If Stef volunteers to stalk me, that would be even cooler. There's nothing like a Canadian Stalker. I wonder if I can hire her ...

In wrapping up news, the publisher of Marvel Comics was fired this weekend. The guy was responsible for turning obscure wrestern character "The Two Gun Kid" gay and making a "comedy" mini-series about his adventures in the old west ("He's gay! He's in chaps! Oh Fabulous!") He was responsible for Princess Di being ressurected and brought back to join one of the x-men teams (didn't happen in the end due to press coverage and negative backlash). He was responsible for revealing that there was another Captain America before the current one (which was already done in the "Protocyde" story a couple of years ago, but who cares about it?), oh yah the new "original original" Captain America was black and it resulted in one of the most horribly stereotypical books put on the market in "The Truth." Every negative stereotype you could think of was portrayed to destroy this character before he even had a chance. It was even worse than "Cage," and NOTHING could be worse than Cage ("Yo bitch, I'm gonna slap you up!").

Needless to say, I'm glad he's gone.

Now I'm leaving.

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Mmm.

After my last vacation I came back in the mood to cook. This is something new for me as I have been pretty much banned from the kitchen for most of my life.

Lately I'm trying to perfect pizza. I think I've written about this before and it really has been a new obsession lately. I'm trying to do a traditional Chicago style deep dish pizza without the crust. I don't have a deep dish to cook it in, so I'm doing what I can in my own insane style.

For me, I start with a store bought crust. I know traditionalist will make your own own, but I'm an idiot and I've only managed to kill anything that wasn't pre-made and solid.

Currently this is what I do:

Take your crust and brush on a coating of extra virgin olive oil along out outside edge of the pizza.

Put a little thyme and oregano on the crust.

Do a layer of Mozzarella or provalone cheese. Whole. Not shredded. Watch the edge when you do this so none is hanging over.

Do a layer of pepperoni. I like the whole big slices you can get at Sam's club. Cover up that layer of cheese with the pepperoni.

Put on your pizza sauce. 1 ladle full. Spread it so it covers everything.

Take the left over olive oil from the first step, mix it with a little shredded chedder or shredded jack cheese, diced onions, diced garlic and a pinch of oregano and thyme. You can do mushrooms or green peppers or whatever. Then spread it out on top of the tomato sauce.

Cover it up with one last layer of mozarella slices. Again, watch the edges, since it's not deep dish the cheese will melt and stick to the pan if you're not careful.

Top that with just a pinch of shredded chedder for color.

Cook at 400 for 18 minutes, let sit for 4 minutes then cut and ...

Mmm. Pizza.

If you like this version, credit Knine. :)

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Monday

I didn't do wood this morning. I don't think it's a big deal. My window was frozen shut and I wasn't sacrificing my body to the gods of cold.

Instead, I turned my attention to a more meaningless endeavor -- fixing the archives link on this page. Yes, it's been broken forever and I finally figured out that tne new Blogger sucks. While I won't be moving away from Blogger, the fact that it killed my archives is really pissing me off. However, while I fixed the archives link, I don't have time to wade through Bloggermaddness right now to figure out why it killed the automated links. I have 3 strips to write today.

I changed the menu system here. Well minor changes really. I'm no longer dating the blog or webcam links. Why? Because I'd forget to update them anyway so they'd hopelessly sit there on the wrong date. I probably could have worked out a system to automate the updates but right now I really don't care to think about it.

I don't want to think of anything. I just want to get these strips done and go back to sleep.

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Grumble

Taking a couple minutes to have my allergy pills and then it's off to the woodpile. Oh joy.

I had a dream last night that I was watching a Simpsons episode where aliens wanted Homer Simpson for a theme park. Yes, they hooked him up to tracks then shrunk people down to go on tours of inside his body.

This was disturbing so I woke myself up. It was 6:30. It was dark and gloomy. I thought it was raining because of the gloom and was ready to do the happy dance the happy dance the hip hop happy dance until I realized that it was just dark. No gloom. So I tossed and turned for an hour and a half and now I'm up, getting ready to face the day.

Such be it. I'm starting the day. Dammit.

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Saturday

It's 8:30 now, I got up about an hour and a half ago. I was waiting for it to brighten up outside so I wouldn't be doing wood in the dark. By 7:30 I realized it wasn't getting any lighter out so it must be raining. As much as I wanted to do the happy dance, happy dance, doing the happy dance, I really needed to do wood today. So I was ::gasp:: actually kind of sad to do miss out on the day.

My experiment with saying BOOBIES and MORGAN WEBB (and for some reason LAURA SWISHER) is bringing tons of people to this page. I mean TONS. Sorry folks, it was a lame experiment. No boobies here. You can search the site for boobie pictures but NUDE NUDE NUDE wouldn't be FREE, now would it? If I had naked pictures of anyone from TechTV (well, except Cat, for obvious reasons), I'd charge for them. I'd also protect them so you couldn't ever possibly download them and you'd have to come back (pay another fee) to see them anytime you were in the mood or whatever. Why? BECAUSE NAKED TECHTV (except Cat, who gave them for free, and Leo, because getting Leo naked is probably the easiest thing in the world), SELLS AND I AM ONE GREEDY BASTARD!

I'm scared. I think I'm going to do a strip about it.

Oh, speaking of strips, I'm back to a 1-2 a day schedule. I'm building up to Oct. 31 for our scariest strip ever tradition AND for issue #400 on the same day if I do the math right (it should be a season ender).

I've also got a couple of days to figure out what the hell I'm doing with the election. I do have an ending in mind but I want to know how I'm going to get there. I meant to have a lot more time and a lot more strips devoted to it, but well, life is the woodpile. Still have a lot of work to do and I'm going to do a major push this week to get things done. Dear god.

So tune in, turn on, and get with boobies.

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The Blahs.

I was horribly depressed this weekend. I don't get depressed a lot. I try to avoid bringing everyone down. I don't know why I went though this phase, but I broke it off Monday morning by going out and spending an extended period on the woodpile. Then I came in and obsessively redesigned a monster spreadsheet for work. Spent most of Monday on a single spreadsheet, don't know what came over me.

So the birthday comes and it sucks. To me 33 was always a bigger birthday than 30. I'm not much into birthdays, well I'd be into birthdays if I weren't always living in a remote area of the world where birthday parties are near impossible, so I always work on my birthday. Last year I had to stay up until midnight to change a poll for college football. That's right, under threats of being fired of the poll didn't change, I waited up to do my job then was thankful that the day was over.

This year? This year was going to be different. Well I had hoped anyway. Other than Stef and Evil Jim, then later my best friend, no one remembered. Even close friends signed on, said hello, didn't mention the birthday. I felt like Molly Ringwald for most of the day. That's not something I'm prone to doing. Got the usual presents from my folks -- 2 games that my mom threw at me -- receipt still in bag -- on her way in from buying them then Chinese food for dinner. I mean damn, I'm not one to bitch but I'm bitching and it sucked.

Plus 33. 33 is the year everyone died from the generations before me. Belushi was a big one. Hendrix. Mama Cass. Jim Morrison. All legends growing up all died on or near 33. The fact that I'm entering this shining year -- and entered it so stupidly (and yes, things like forgetting to tell Stef my new # and then not leaving my cell phone on when I knew she was probably going to call was just my own stupidity), just makes me feel down. I'm not going to linger since I'm one day into my new year and I won't let the start ruin the whole thing.

It rained this morning. Not buckets, but just enough to make the ground soggy. I don't have to go out there and do wood. I'm going to unpack one of these games and take the morning to myself. Start the 2nd day right.

k9
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