Film/TV: The Braves took the first game against the Giants. A good win. Caught up to the present on The Killing. It’s decent stuff. Don’t hate it.
Music: No, since Saturday is music day. But, since I’ve been shilling. If you aren’t privy, here’s the entire PKG discography:
Food/Drink/Inhalents: A hastily thrown together bratwurst. We had some cooked meat at the house, hastily eaten by myself in a fever dream. A little whisky happened. Golf cigars happened.
Family: I spent some time with the gang before collapsing asleep at like 6:30 in the evening.
Friends: Pat, Dave, and Jeff on the golf course (thanks Pat, it was nice to get out and play).
Work: Not much. I decided to not let the world’s weight crush me. Been stressing too hard, thinking too hard, and hoping too hard. Sorta taking a “chips fall where they may” attitude these days.
Goodies: Shit no.
Minutia: Something happened about two years ago and I don’t know what it was. I was never good at golf but I could drive a ball like a mofo. My short game was a nightmare. I made adjustments, took some lessons and now I simply cannot wrap my head around the driver/ball relationship. That said, my short game’s pretty good so if I ever fix my swing on the drive I’ll be a damn sight worth playing with.
Activity: 18 holes of ego crushing golf.
Ailments: I hit a wall, basically becoming useless for the bulk of the night. When I finally came to I was groggy and useless (ok, MORE useless) and just sorta gazed at the Braves game while pondering life’s mysteries.
Shrink’s Chair: There are people that pick apart everything I write in here and use it against me. It’s it’s definitely one of those “build a thousand bridges” things. They look for the one or two things they can turn into a negative and ignore everything else. I call those people cowards. I say they have too much time on their hands. I call them motherfuckers, because frankly… I put myself out there and share the good and bad. It’s not easy and it’s often anti-therapeutic for me. I guess it’s cool though, because NO ONE cares what they’re writing.
Asshole(s) of the Day: I can write anything here and people are going to interpret their way regardless of my intent. And by the way, if I call you an asshole it’s not the end of the world. I’ve been the asshole of the day twice already here so it’s not like it’s some scarlet letter from me. Friday, the asshole of the day… I guess whomever the coward is who reached out to Alex about my blog and mistakenly thought it was an attack against Alex. It wasn’t, but my frustrations with Alex did exist and filter into some of it. The asshole of the day was most definitely NOT ALEX. It was someone who used to be very close to me who flat out disappointed me on an epic and forever kind of scale.
True Trivia: I kept the shirt I was wearing the last time I saw my Dad.
What Did I Learn Today: No one will reciprocate good enough for me. It’s a flaw.
Link of the Day: Deltorofilms. The official GdT fan site.
Looking ahead to tomorrow: A whole lotta Steve.
The Day’s Rating:
Rating: Out of a Possible 5 Stars
Out of a Possible 5 Stars