Food/Drink: Grilled chicken. Irish coffee. Spinach & Feta pizza. Old Parr Single Malt Scotch.
Family: A good bit. Spent time at lunch with Mom, who had a follow-up visit in regards to the surgery she had. The news wasn’t good. We hung out in the evening figuring next steps.
Friends: Steve came over for some MLB: The Show 11. It was glorious. And let’s not forget the three games of darts he lost before calling it a day.
Work: As much as possible, considering.
Art: I put the Art Jam up!
Screenwriting: No time.
Projects: Late night phone calls with the boss man. That CHUD midnight movie thing begins in April.
Minutia: I can’t get enthused about SXSW, I should have been there.
Activity: A little here and there. Nothing amazing.
Ailments: I’m fine. Wish others were too.
Shrink’s Chair: I have recently daydreamed about becoming a bartender or something else that doesn’t require me to spend so much time keeping track of people and content.
Asshole(s) of the Day: The fuckface at the TV in the office getting pissed that they were so caught up in the Japan crisis on the news.
True Trivia: In 7th grade I ate dinner at a friends house and cracked dead baby jokes the whole time. After dinner my friend told me that he was adopted and his “parents” had lost 5 children. Yeah. Then ten years later my friend was at a convenience store and there was a robbery and he got shot in the head and died. So there’s that.
Link of the Day: LastExitToNowhere. Best T-Shirts ever. Expensive, but great.
Looking ahead to tomorrow: Saturday. Drawing. Working. Yawning.
The Day’s Rating:
Rating: Out of a Possible 5 Stars
Out of a Possible 5 Stars