Nature has a way of reminding me that things could always be worse. Someone clearly had a worse morning than me.

I had a fallback plan for lunch, which was nice. I skipped Mexican in the cafeteria in favor of Mexican at Morelo’s with some of the crew.

After work, I dropped a baby watermelon and a couple yellow things off at my parents’ house. Then it was back home for rum and Overwatch.

Mostly rum.

Now I can’t stop craving hamburgers.

Every time I try to make myself get back upon my feet, all I ever think about is this.

This morning was Overwatch until the late afternoon when Mom texted that she made curry. As I tried to leave the house, the Murano wouldn’t start due to a bad battery. I hooked it up to the charger and took the bike. On the way to my parents’ house, I got pulled over because somehow a cop saw that the registration sticker on my bike was the wrong color. Normally I’m pretty aware of my surroundings, but I had just been watching behind me, and I have no idea where he came from. He just asked me to contact the DMV to ask for a new sticker and let me be on my way.

After I made it back home, I started a load of laundry and settled in to watch Thor: The Dark World. The Marvel Cinematic Universe is becoming a bit unwieldy, and I had to look up a timeline to keep the story straight. I’m super excited for Thor: Ragnarok though.

I’m swimming in the smoke of bridges I have burned.

I spent almost all day losing rank in Overwatch. I took a break for a while to watch the recorded stream of Linkin Park’s tribute concert, which had me feeling things. Then late in the evening I watched Thor in preparation for the new movie coming out next week.

My friends are upset at me for making these Linkin Park puns, but in the end it doesn’t even matter.

It’s another week down, and we ran into some great luck this morning with a cable run that happened to have already been completed by a contractor some years earlier. It’s mind boggling to periscope into the ceiling only to find a huge bundle of wire that’s already been run, yet not documented.

Lunch was at Buffalo Wild Wings, where nobody seems to understand how the Fast Break Lunch menu is supposed to work. We all ended up getting the same “military” discount, presumably because our waitress thought she owed us free lunch, but someone else told her she didn’t. I guess it’s a difficult policy to fully understand. Otherwise, the service and food were both well above average this time.

After work, I tried to grind up the ladder in Overwatch, but just bounced around in my current level all night. I ended things with a particularly toxic player well below my rank. Not even sure if he was joking. People are silly.

I felt agitated enough that I pulled the trigger on some new bedding, because I deserve luxurious sheets after all these years.

Who can ignore a Gold Box Deal, anyhow?

“What’dja do today, Michael?”

“Oh, just whittled some headphone adapters.”

I can’t recommend McDonald’s new buttermilk chicken tenders. The ones I got were overcooked and dry. Sriracha Mac Sauce was terrible too.

After lunch, I got to learn a bit more of group policy and DHCP management. So that was nice.

What a thrill ride.

It was finally back to normal today. I got back on track to wrap up some projects, and should be in good shape by the end of the week. I skipped lunch at work, but ended up scavenging random food from conferences the day before, and even half a sandwich from the library. Sometimes it makes me feel like a hobo.

I had an appointment with SuddenLink in the afternoon, and the tech removed a couple line splitters from outside the house that seemed to cause some trouble. Hopefully that will be the end of my random drops of service in the middle of the night.

I spent the entire evening trying to recover some data off of some old hard drives, but I wasn’t able to get a single thing off of any of them. It’s at the point now where I’ll have to be really creative, or just give up.

Justice League tickets just went on sale, but planning is troublesome. So many hero movies coming out right now. May just go with the reliable.

Abusing my liver will keep emotions down.

This morning started out with another group project day. Four of us went to mount a touch panel when two could do the task with very little difficulty, and three would accomplish it with ease. The inefficiencies kill me, particularly when I have things that I could be actually accomplishing like totally for reals.

The majority of us went to Fat Daddy’s in London for lunch, and then we split up to do our own things. I spent all afternoon catching up at the junior high after nearly a week away from my own work. They had some food there in the evening for parent-teacher conferences, so I picked at some of that as I stayed late to finish up some tasks. Who needs to go home half an hour early when you can stay three hours late instead?

Three for three.

I had forgotten that school was out today when I scheduled my oil change for this morning. They were expecting me at the shop for group work, but I was stuck in a waiting room for an hour and a half.

When I finally got there, my task for the day was to help Amanda relocate a ceiling mounted sound system from the middle school to Crawford. The first part wasn’t awful, but Crawford was packed full of insulation, and my entire body itched the rest of the day.

I invited myself along to lunch with Heather and Gary at Quiznos. I feel like the rest of the world has finally caught up to their prices, so now they don’t seem so incredibly high any more.

After work, I came home for a while, then went to my parents’ house to clean up some leftovers.

Back at home, it was vodka cranberries and Overwatch.

Many years I have tried to break the spell. Move on; set sail with the wind at my shoulders.

I did some laundry and ate some spring rolls today.

I had to call SuddenLink about my terrible service in the evenings when I got dumped halfway through a competitive match of Overwatch. I’d like to re-run some new coax. It’s getting to that perfect time of year to spend some time in the attic.

Way to kill a Sunday.