This morning was a rough, pull-start kind of day. I had some pretty weird, vivid dreams last night. I normally don’t remember dreaming much.
Work was super slow, and I’m tired of reading about low level computer hardware.

After work, my parents and I went out to Ruby Tuesday for the franchise’s 45th anniversary where we got 45% off the food, bringing it down closer to the actual value of the food you can order there. We ran into Suzanne and Nicole outside, which was nice. I hadn’t heard from Suzanne since like December, which was super weird. Then we saw Jasmine working inside.

On the ride home, I caught the hint of the first honeysuckle of the season. My favorite.

That is so fetch.

Over the weekend, the first-gen Moto 360 smartwatch I’ve been using had all but given up the ghost. The battery was just too weak to go on, so I brought my old Pebble that Shain got me for Christmas back out of retirement. It was probably the best gift I’ve ever received in my life, and it’s still kicking. It really makes me sad that Pebble crashed so hard as a company.

Jesica said she was sick today, and mentioned she had never had a pizza delivered before, so after work I went by Domino’s to get some food. Not wanting her to miss out on the delivery experience, I donned an old Domino’s hat and jacket when I brought it to her apartment. Then she watched wrestling. The WWE kind. On her phone. Not ironically.

The mind reels.

You can’t see me, my time is now.

I finally beat my game of FTL this afternoon, so I guess in that respect this weekend was/n’t a complete waste.

This evening, Julie took us all out to eat at La Villa for Mom’s birthday tomorrow. I’m never super impressed by that place, but it’s what they wanted. Then I returned home for a quick load of laundry.

The colonists hand over the supplies and you load it onto your ship. As you jump away, you crack it open and discover nothing more than vaccinations for a local plague.

I went to bed just a couple hours after my nap last night, and slept a solid 11 and a half hours.

Then I didn’t do much more than play FTL.

I guess there’s always tomorrow.

But will I hold you again?

It occurred to me during my drive to work this morning that America might have a slight money problem.

After work, I was so exhausted that I gave in to a two hour nap. I never nap because it ruins me for several hours, but it’s Friday.

Whatever.

It’s day 11 for this journal, which is a feat all its own. Entries aren’t nearly as long as they were back in the day, but they also feel less like a technical breakdown of events throughout the day, and more of a CliffsNotes of the highlights. The occasional picture really feels like it makes all the difference.

I went by Apex after work as an excuse to stay out on the bike a bit longer. Jesica came over after she got off work, and we chatted for a bit before watching the first episode of Brickleberry. I’ll take this moment to utilize Netflix’s change from a 5-star rating system to a thumbs-up/down to rate this Comedy Central show a thumbs-down without recommendation. It vaguely reminded me of the early Family Guy episodes before they just kept beating the same jokes to death. “Oh, look! We’re an adult cartoon with language!”

It made me laugh, but not in a way that I was happy about it.

Brickleberry: 2/5
Brickleberry with rice: 3/5

Hope invited me to a birthday dinner she was throwing for Tim at the Dardanelle Club tonight. It was nice to see a proper birthday celebration for once. I don’t even remember the last birthday event I went to that wasn’t just family. They’re a fun, rambunctious crowd. It was nice to get out.

When we left, Tim was feeling blurry-brave enough to walk out with a water pitcher. One of the waitresses promptly followed the group out to retrieve it, but she brought along a couple styrofoam cups for him to take with him. At least he’s staying hydrated.

Here’s to making good decisions, Tim. We’ll see ya next time around.

#blessed

I had the worst time getting to sleep last night. I have a photographic memory, which allows me to replay events over and over again in slow motion in my head, but it only works with the moments from my life that I regret the most, and mostly manifests when I’m trying to go to sleep.

Today wasn’t redeemed for anything better.

Wake up. Do the things.

…or become an old man, filled with regret, waiting to die alone?

Back to the grind today. At least it gets me out of the house.

I loaned some money to a friend today. It never even occurs to me that this is a thing you can do. I always just made it work somehow. It can’t all be good fortune for me to be stable enough to do that. Maybe they need to spend more time in school teaching money management and accountability. These people can’t be spending their whole lives living paycheck to paycheck. That just doesn’t seem healthy.

After lunch, I took apart a teacher’s laptop to try and repair the DC jack. It’s amazing how little care is put into designing one of the weakest and most important points in a laptop. Fortunately it was much easier to get to the part than I had expected, and thanks to Amazon Prime, I’ll have the new one in just a couple days.

Mom called after work and had me come over to help her some more with her new phone. It’s not even that different, but she has trouble with the little changes because she doesn’t try to do anything herself. #generationprobs

Then I ate the spaghetti she made, and returned home for #laundryday #cleansocks.