April 16, 2013
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a couple rounds of golf at Torrey Pines (PS3) with my morning coffee yesterday from Joes2go restaurant here in town. I'm trying to discover new food venues that match my discovery of Kozak's 2 a couple years back. [Kozak's 2 is where I now routinely go for the world's bestest Gyro and root beer combo...mmmmmmms!], sadly Joe's2go, whilst having some real good coffee, lacks a bit on it's microwaved egg, sausage unt cheese sammich. oh well. onto the next mom and pop shop as I discover them.
I grab my putter and wander down to the golf course. they have a smallish putting green set-up that's free to use (as long as you have your own club and golf balls). I'm worse than I thought about hitting the broad side of a barn. oh well. keep practicing. it rained most of the day, but in between, I vacuumed out the dune buggy (shrimpy bat-mobile), and snuck in a couple pooperdog walks. add a good afternoon power-nap and it was a good day.
I call my doctor about my hurt finger (it hasn't slowed my typing down obviously
), and because I mention that it happened at work, he'll have nothing to do with looking at it. he suggests I tell work what happened and go from there. meanwhile, the stalag has always had a strict policy that if you get hurt, no matter how insignificant, report it. I'm afraid now that I'd get in trouble due to this policy, being it happened a good week or two ago. Brian suggest I hit the emergency care place here in town and lie about how it happened. I guess that'll work. what's a smallish lie gonna hurt if it gets my finger the attention it needs? wait, I'm talking as if I've never lied before. I do it everyday! after all, I am human
.my new fone works great as an MP3 player. I also set it up so I can read my email, and do facebook on it. also, after a good drop onto the driveway, I'm prompted to buy me one of those silicone covers with a clear plastic screen protector. amazon.com replied yesterday, saying the order was shipped (USPS), usually meaning it'll be in the mailbox today.
I prob'ly have to run into the next big town over (Grand Rabbits) in order to find me a couple new belts for my washer. it's on my to-do list, along with finally getting some stairs for the back door. we'll see just how much of this long to-do list can actually be accomplished with-in my week of slack
my first weekday of my 'stay-cation' and someone goes and blows up a couple bombs (apparently) at the Boston Marathon. it wasn't me. honest, you can ask 'Squab. Rosie and I were home almost all day. seriously though, it is a sad thing when someone fucks up someones day that bad. why are there so many malicious pukes in this world. what was their motive?
back to sleep for a spell. I'm still not used to being awake during the day. that's why my recent entries were written in the middle of the night (mostly while the pooperdog is busy poopering). g'night.
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