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Monday Mundane

In an effort to maintain my sanity and because someone told me it was a good idea, I will update this blog on a (hopefully) daily basis.

Yesterday I woke up around 3 in the morning. As per usual.

Having nothing to do until 8am I played Metroid Prime to pass the time.

Out the door by 8:03 to see Gracie. Post breakfast we zonked out on the couch; she slept, I read The Mist by Stephen King.
Couched and Rested

Lazily and hazily the day passed without incident. Brett (brother) came and went.

I watched the same things I always watch to pass the same time I always pass. No exercise. No new ideas.

By 6:50 I am given groceries and a bill, am told by Emma (niece) that she loves me.

I go home to bed.


WHAT I LEARNED

I learned that if you make a pass at a teen 30 years ago you apologize, say you were drunk, don't remember and you're gay to top it all off. Just keep dropping those smoke bombs.

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