Tall Drink of Water

Odd weekend to say the least. First there was last week when it rained three of the four days I had taken off of work. None of my outdoor work got done. And now today when I woke up there was a thick layer of dew over everything. How is my deck stain ever going to dry now?

It’s been getting cool later in the evening so I’ve been going up to the bar a bit more. Friday the Renter’s friend stopped over. “I thought you guys were going to the bar?” I was finishing up the Brewers game. “Anyone up there?” “Just a couple old guys.” I went up there later and found Mark and James, must have been who she was referring to. Sweet, what better to do than talk sports for a couple hours on a slow Friday? I’ll take the old guys over skank hoes any day.

Saturday I ended up talking to this guy who was getting a pitcher of beer next to me. We started talking about the Brewers and somehow got on to hockey (which I know nothing about). He was telling me about this hockey conference/meeting in Las Vegas that he attended and ended up hanging out with a bunch of hockey players and none other than Mathew McCaunahey. He went back to his table and came back up one other time for more beer. When I went to the restroom he just happened to be in there. I stood next to him, whipped out Mr. Teeney and went about my business. “Boy, you sure are a tall drink of water.” This caught me a little off guard. Isn’t that like something the gays say, or maybe your prison inmates? And then he went on to show me how fucked up his knees are from playing hockey while we were still in the restroom. I think he was still talking when I walked out the door.

And in the delightful news category…

I won $1,000 at the casino on Saturday!

And in the depressing as fuck news category…

I lost $1,000 at the casino on Sunday. Still a zero effect for me but the fact is I had the cash in my grubby little hands! Fuck!

The Renter and I went in together on a cigarette making machine. It’s pretty easy to use, just have to work on adding the proper amounts to get a consistent fill in the cigarette. Good timing, Gov. Doyle’s cig tax increase today means the regular ones will cost $.75 a pack more.

Monday I was sick. I don’t know if it was the new cigarettes but you know that little thing that hangs down in the back of your throat? Well, mine was the size of my pinky. As a real test of how I felt: I didn’t poop on Monday. That’s usually a twice daily event for me. So I stayed home, didn’t shower, and slept with the puppy till about 3:00 pm. I had just given the puppy a bath last week Thursday and now after sleeping next to my stinky ass she smells again. As does my whole room, but that’s par for the course.

Lastly, after not drinking all of Monday I had some fucked up dreams at night. At one point I was driving my car on the freeway while driving another car by remote control. People ended up pissing me off and I passed a couple cars with the remote one to the point where I couldn’t see it – and crashed it. Got pulled over. The officer seemed to be pissed that I hadn’t been drinking and tried to say I had laced my cigarettes with an impairing drug. Like I would even know how to do that! Weird shit. Actually scares me into drinking. And I don't like spiders, either.