February 16, 2011

• slept on the couch after a good 4 beers, while watching (or attempting to watch) a movie called 'into the void' (via Netflix; alla laptop). I remember 1/2 waking up every time someone was screaming or crying in the movie (which seemingly was often and a lot).  too sleepy to get up and turn it down (or off).  wake up this morning 'round 6. make some coffee, take a pooperdog walk, and do some online banking.  since it's payday today, I gotta force myself to transfer 20% to savings (pay yourself first, dummy!) as well as complete the balance owed of $100/month (I paid $70 the first week, this week I'll contribute $30. February payment complete.) toward paying down my credit card.  at this rate, the $900 (mostly truck fix money) on it will be gone by the end of 2011 (which is my goal, so I'm still on track).  these last two paychecks are for only two days work a piece (due to my bronchitis time off...$171 take home/week), so the budget tightens a bit until it can rebound with full 48 hour checks (starting next week).  I can not tell you enough how completely enjoyable this mid-week weekend is!  that A crew and B crew thing (65-80 hours a week) is for the goddamn birds! k, 'nuff sed.  I've blathered on enough about that (as I relax with my second cup of coffee, not even having to think about the stalag until Friday.  sheer bliss!)

  did a tiny amount of rearranging furniture yesterday, then wander over to Jay's place with a couple 3  "Mexican beers".  he's all prescription drug loopy while he drinks his scotch (or what looks like scotch) from a Mickey Mouse glass. he tells me that he has a new room mate (a friends old girlfriend who apparently is the manic depressant suicidal type.  just what Jay needs as he goes thru his own  latest emotional garbage.  a day in the life on trailer trash island).  she checks herself into the dust ward again, so  when they deem her fit to leave is when she becomes his new room mate.  along with emotional baggage, she brings a dog  with her. he's not too cool with this, but says he can always close the door on his bedroom...(it's about here where I notice that he begins to drift off, as if the mixture of scotch and drugs finally kick in.  I tell him that I'll let him crash, then split...)
  

  let's see.  nothing else new.  maybe I'll hit the shower and slack some more

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