I am a big loser. I do nothing. Literally nothing. Okay, here is what I do:
wake up around 9:30 or 10 or 10:30 or 11. Drink coffee. Watch food t.v. network and think about eating something. Go to the bathroom. Drink more coffee. Read blogs, think about writing something in blog but have nothing interesting to say so don’t write in blog. Think about writing rest of novel that only has 6k words but don’t have anything interesting to say so don’t write novel.
Eat.
So, yesterday I got so frustrated that I booked tickets to Europe for two weeks. I mean, wtf, right? I’ve got nothing better to do. My resume f-ing sucks, and now my landlord (who is really cool) is talking about opening up a restaurant and wouldn’t that be fun.
Yeah, its fun, I guess. We ran a restaurant before and it was sort of fun but what I really remember is always being dirty.
My car, my beautiful 2003 A4 needs a completely new engine. I am driving around a mini-van. When I went to the gym the other day (when I left my house, finally) there was a woman pulling in in her mini-van and she looked at me with this sort of “you get what its like to have kids and drive a mini-van” type of smile and I wanted to say “NOOOOO!! This is not my mini-van! It’s all they had at Enterprise. Besides, we use it as a party van – look in the back there is Beer!!” But, alas, she already had me pegged as one of her kind and I didn’t want to disappoint her because its probably hard finding cool people who drive mini-vans.
That’s all.
