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What sucked about not having a job a few years ago, besides the obvious, is that there was no daily purpose to act out, no daily goal to work towards other than getting a damn job, and no real reason to even get out of bed. Yard work and Counter-Strike. Now, after coming to the same place every week day for the past 2.5 years, making the same money for a year and letting what little field-related skill I ever had in the first place numb down to eventual paralysis because I don't do anything that a monkey couldn't do any longer, I kind of miss the days that would start some time between 12 and 3 pm, with my only concern being that I'd have to eventually find something to do, lest I go crazy. I think I need a vacation. I don't even know if I get one, and, if I did, I probably wouldn't get to take it, anyway.
I haven't heard from my dad in a while. He had a job that pays twice what mine does, and his only complaint was that it was kind of boring. And, he quit it...because it was boring. Oddly, he hasn't asked to borrow money. The last time I heard from him was about a month ago when he called my grand mother while I was out and wanted me to help him a fence or something. I got in around 9, called him and got his machine. It's not like him to go a whole month without asking for money, lecturing, preaching or telling me to sell my car and buy a farm. I'm predicting he'll wait a few weeks to hit me with a guilt trip about how I haven't spoken to him in two months, and then he'll want to borrow a large sum of money. I'd give him my camaro so that he could sell it, but he'd probably want to keep it and ask me to help him fix it up, and then bitch about how the only thing I've ever given him was a worthless, piece-of-shit camaro if it should ever break down.
Last night around 2 am I couldn't sleep and was thirsty as hell, so I went down to 7-11 to get a few bottles of something. I went inside after pumping gas, came out and saw some guy standing next to my car. He asked what it was, what year it was, what it had under the hood, if it had anything done to it, etc. I told him what I tell everyone: 87 Buick Regal, V6, automatic, roughly 200 horses, aftermarket gas door. :) I started to go into how I beat Chevy Cavaliers and Mercury Sables all the time, though some of them give me a good challenge, but he just walked off as I was talking. He got in his Chrysler Sebring or whatever it was, did a weak burnout, slid around the turn and just sped down 7-11's road/parking lot extention thing onto Wolfbranch, ignoring the stop sign. I caught up with him after a while. He was tailgating a mini-van and swerving left and right. I don't know why he didn't just pass him; it was 2 in the freaking morning and there was no traffic in the other lane. He finally did pass the van when the van driver started riding his brakes. The guy in the Chrysler nearly cut him off, and it almost looked like the guy in the mini-van rammed him. I saw the Chrysler swerve all over the road, off the road on the right, back over to the left facing the opposite direction, and it did a full circle around a power pole before stopping in the middle of one of the side roads. The van turned on a different road. I just kept driving.
A bunch of tourists are trapped in Cancun because of the hurricane. Why the hell are they in Cancun? Wasn't that part of the projected path like two weeks ago?
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I tried absinthe for the first time this week. Sebor's alcohol content is fairly weak (relatively speaking) with strong wormwood content, so you can feel the effects of the wormwood before you get drunk. I took it 50/50 with applejuice and after a while I noticed the colors on the ceiling moving and kind of bubbling. Once I realized what was happening, though, I stopped seeing it. The second night I took a straight shot and then did another glass 50/50 with applejuice. I started playing WoW and was at the top of my game. I was just running into groups of people and killing all or almost all of them, then surviving and not remembering how exactly I did it. I was also doing stupid stuff, like running off to assault a node in AB that we already had because I thought it was blue when it was red, and seeing groups of people when there was just one. One moment went like this:
Rezor: farm inc
Someone: how many?
Rezor: I am no professor of counting but it could be 5
Rezor: maybe 3
(I realize it's just one rogue)
Rezor: maybe 1
Someone: I don't see any...
(I realize he's just going from the lower road of the mine to the upper road around the bs)
Rezor: maybe 0
My score at the end of the game was something like 14-1 without even trying to get killing blows.
I wish my router wasn't screwed up so I could play CS.
Tonight I'm either going to crank my boost for a few WOT trials and watch my KRs at 18-20 psi to see if it's worth going to the strip next week, or I'm going to get some red bull to mix with the absinthe and stay up all night playing video games. I haven't decided.
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Heath: I'm bored. What should I download?
Gordon: Go getcha some porn, Heath.
Me: Oh, I have tons. Trust me.
Gordon: Yeah, but there's still hundreds of hours that you haven't seen yet, somewhere on the Internet.
Me: And that's why I have Limewire running constantly.
A sinus headache and a minor ailment brought on by stress, lack of sleep, food poisoning and a Tylenol overdose landed me a three-day week to go with my three-day weekend. Talk about fun.
About the self-demotion on BWH: I stopped caring about that community a long time ago. I just pulled the plug on the only thing bringing me back, and I honestly didn't expect anyone to notice for at least a few weeks.
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