A Day In The Life
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Speaking of miserable days…My plan for Sunday involves seeking out coin rolls since my Marshmallow Fluff jar’s sides currently overfloweth with change. I don’t mind going through the trouble of rolling coins as opposed to just using an automated machine because currently my time is worth even less than the pennies a CoinStar would be charging. I know that sounds sad, but I’m very much at peace with it. I’m aware that I only have another year or so in my life when I’ll be lucky enough to have the opportunity to float through five weeks where my only concerns are rolling coins, the NFL playoffs, and if there is good food in the kitchen.
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My days during this break have taken one of two paths. They both involve sleeping until the early afternoon and making my way to the bathroom downstairs to shower (since there is always hot water and it doesn’t smell like cat shit). I cleanse myself while listening to music from my laptop set up on the toilet before blow drying myself. This is a habit I’m not particularly proud of but not too ashamed of either. I picked it up over the summer and continue doing it because it really feels good to completely warm yourself up and dry yourself down after a shower. After you wash your clothing in the washing machine you then run them through a dryer, and if clothes get to take part in warm drying after being washed, why should a person be denied the right. But I digress…After showering I have to figure out if I’m doing something with friends. If I am then I hob-knob with the fam for a little while before going out for the night. If I don’t have plans it’s a day of moving from room to room with the laptop, watching cats live their lives, and searching through my room for something to do. It’s a simple life, but I am just a simple man.
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The monotony of last night was broken up by my sister and her friends. She was hanging out with a friend around the house and then left in the middle of the Colts-Chargers game to go to the movies. The thing is my sister told her friend that they were meeting up with people to see “Bed Time Stories” when in fact they were meeting up with people to see “Twilight.” For whatever reason this created/started/sparked quite the brouhaha between the two. (I wanted to use “brouhaha” but I’m not sure what verbs generally accompany it.) At first I couldn’t understand why anyone would have such an extreme reaction to a light hearted trick. Then I realized how pissed I’d be if someone tricked me into seeing a romantic film detailing the passion and danger of human-vampire relationships. Girls, as a gender get your shit together and stop being so insane! Guys would never be so immature as to ambush each other in public, like say at an Applebees and squabble with each other over something petty like money, or hold half grudges against each other for New Years Eve “deceivery”. Wait…
