Rant- Who gets a sore throat in September? This shit needs to get done before I leave for Montana in a few days. Rave- Hunting in MT. Watch out, antelopes. And maybe a job interview. Not sure. But I could work for a major firearms manufacturer in Montana. I don't think that would suck.
I posted earlier in the rant and rave thread that I was diagnosed with severe sleep apnea. I've been sleeping with a cpap machine for the past week. It is a life saver. I now wake up feeling refreshed. And my girlfriend says I stopped snoring. If you snore a lot, and are tired all the time go get checked out. The last week of my life I have felt better than I have felt in 15 years.
Rave: Been flirting with my workmate for a while now and we finally fucked for the first time. Rant/Rave: I know I've broken a golden rule, fucking a work mate, but everything has been perfect so far and we're going out again on Monday so things seem to be all good. Either way I don't care as its been an excellent weekend so far. Edit before anyone says anything, yes, she's a woman and I'm a guy.
Rant: Bartender girl met my cougar (former) FWB last night. Led to some seriously awkward questions. Rave: She is indifferent, aside from the initial shock of "You fucked someone twice your age for two months." Rant: Her roommate is ridiculously butthurt about us dating. He's 29, got kicked out of the Marine Corps, hasn't had a job since, and spends all day long smoking weed and pining after her. Now he's really depressed because he told her, "Well, I guess HE's the one for you, huh," and she replied, "Well, he isn't a fucking creepy weirdo like you are." I don't care about his self-esteem / well-being, but she has to live with the guy for another few months. Rave: Going over to her house tonight. I'm bringing wine, she's bringing the cribbage board. Yep, we're nerds.
Got a cut/color at a new salon this morning, it fucking blows. I look like an extra from the set of Friends, circa 1990. I feel like getting a pink mohawk just to get the crud of suburbs off of me. And why do women have to get all uber woman-y in salons? Like they can't get their voices too nasally or too clipped or talk too much about inane, self-conscious, emoting to be overheard "the honeymoon's going to be in NAPA" bullshit. Fuck. Next time I'm headed straight for the city's center for a cut, and I want it from some tattooed hipster vixen that's never used a ROUNDBRUSH TO PUT SOME CUTE VOLUME IN THERE!
Rave: Went shallow sea fishing this morning with friends Rant: Woke up at 0430 for it. Rant: All we caught were some bluefish and Spanish mackerel, largest being maybe 14 inches. Rave: Nap. Rave: 41-7 win in football today. Rave: Nothing to do the rest of the weekend. Game of Thrones: Book two, I will put a dent into the 800 pages I have left in you by the pool tomorrow.
Rave- Europe was great. Downside was my friend got swarmed by hookers in Barcelona and relieved of his cash. Best was being incredibly stoned in Amsterdam and riding bikes all day. Rant- ex not over me like I am over her. Chance of being friends is minimal. She had a weird breakdown, super awkward for everyone. Rave- met a new girl. Helping getting over ex, plus she's all sorts of incredible. Rant- we work on the same floor, rumor mill has already begun churning and it hasn't even been two weeks. Balls. Rant/rave- meeting her tonight but it started raining. Bike may not be the preferred transportation method.
Rant: Drank so much last night that I've sworn off alcohol for a while. I went to bed with an absolutely raging headache. Rave: Woke up sans hangover. My streak of getting absolutely destroyed drunk without a hangover the next day continues. Rant: Fucked up my back further in my efforts to clean out our garage. Rave: Got it finished, moved a ton of stuff out to my shed, and now my garage is usable again. Work bench and cabinets come Tuesday, and I'll be moving a lot of my tools and stuff out there and out of my storage closet in the house, which is going to become the media room once our basement is finished. Things are finally shaping up.
At 1 PM today, I was covering the emergency pager for a guy at a soccer match. Pager goes off. Server down. He's in BC, so I have to wait 5 hours for him to drive down to Seattle. He shows up 6 hours later. 3 hour later after discovering that the backups he had were worthless and waiting for him to buy a hard drive, I'm now looking down the barrel of a 3 hour RAID rebuild, 3+ hours (minimum) backing up that RAID array, then reinstalling ESX. Then reconfiguring ESX, because the settings will be wiped out. tl;dr I need a fucking cigarette.
Rant: We lost our elimination hockey final yesterday and I played a fucking terrible game, not to mention I have seen abortions with better umpiring talent and less bias than the guy we had. Rave: Smashed out of my tree and still undefeated at beer pong. Silly Sunday is awesome. Rave: The hockey boys are going to form a cricket team together so it's going to be a good summer. Rant: Work is going to suck massive donkey dick tomorrow.
Rave: For the first time, in two years, I have a bed that actually functions as a bed again. I am overwhelmingly overjoyed. Rant: This whole time, the solution was to buy the same frame that worked for me last in a full rather than a Queen to fit my New York bedroom sizes. WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THIS TWO YEARS AGO?
Rave Roommate has gotten everything out except for stuff in the garage. But, the house is now empty and fiance and I can finally make it our own!! Rant We need couches. Also this month I've bought a fridge and a vacuum. I'm broke and domesticated.
Rant: tonight just got super shitty. I was just forced by circumstance to perform a minor home surgery with an exacto knife and a pair of pliers that I half sterilized with a lighter. I feel like toytoy crossed with savage henry. Kansas has finally rubbed off on me. If I didn't need to be functional in less than four hours I would post pictures but now I just need to bandage up so my sheets don't look like they were hit by la tomatina. Hopefully I am alive tomorrow and I can walk. If I die c'est la vie , if I can't walk the board will just have two cripple virgins. Aren't you all so lucky.
Rant: I was supposed to go for a lovely hike / canoe / picnic with a girl on Sunday, and she bailed on me at the last minute claiming sickness. She has something of a history of flaking on me, which is thoroughly irritating, but then she usually compensates by taking me out to dinner, apologizing, and assuring me it won't happen again. I am moderately disappointed. Rave: my boss, who knows the girl in question, said to me "oh I wouldn't worry. She was probably just too busy in bed with another man to make it". This is hilarious and quite possibly true. Rant: skipping is fucking hard. As it stands I don't even have the co-ordination to do it until my stamina runs out, which would probably be < 1 minute. Still, once I get competent it will be a decent workout, and it gives me the illusion of progress towards the boxing training that is on hold until I'm a little surer of my knee post-reconstruction. Rant: due to a relatively minor but irritating health issue I'm off the booze, or at least heavy drinking sessions, for a while. Rave: friend dropped by and happened to have a spare oz of good hydro. Double Rave: these days I have just enough adulthood in me to do an hour of exercise, shop, cook, and do whatever chores need doing before getting absolutely toasted. Triple Rave: vapourizer. No more waking up and spitting out phlegm. For anyone who does more than casual toking, I highly recommend the vape. It's a little less efficient than other methods, true, but the health difference is night and day.
Rant: I've finished my engineering internship and have two weeks off before I head back to university. I got a little emotional, this has been my first 'real' job and I liked doing it so much I woke up excited to get into the office. Plus flexible working hours, an amazing boss and regular-drinking coworkers. I feel like my next job is going to be a disappointment. Rave: They've said if they've got the work I can come back whenever I want, with the possibility of working 8 hours a week from home part time.
Rant: I planned on "sleeping in" til 6, yet I'm wide awake at 4. Rave: Guess I'll go to the gym. Rant: Gotta work a double today. Blech.
Rave: Redskins, baby! I haven't been this excited about the team in years. I'm going to remain cautiously optimistic, but what a hell of a start.
Rant: As I posted in the official TiB Fantasy Football thread my dad passed away last Sunday night/early Monday morning. We think it was a massive heart attack but there was no thought of foul play so they didn't do an autopsy. He and mom were in bed and apparently he coughed, gurgled and was gone. She called 911 and my brother who lives a block away from them. My brother ran into the house about the same time as the EMS guys, one I went to school with, and they started chest compressions even though according to my brother it was clearly too late. Last week is a bit of a blur but we had the viewing on Thursday and now we're starting to move forward. I worked with dad, family business, and even though I had been transitioning slowly to running the business as dad neared retirement we both thought we'd have more time. I'm putting in way too many hours but its not as difficult as I thought it could be so far. Mega Rant: My mom is not handling this well. They had been married for 48 years and she is not used to being alone. I feel horrible for her and as a family we've spent a lot of time with her trying to help keep her spirits up as much as possible. Rant: I'm completely worn out. Rave: My friends have been so supportive that I feel lucky to have the friends I do. They have been over the top with their offers for help.
Rave:One of my best friends is coming for a 5 day visit tomorrow. She has spent 2 years in the peace corps, and hasn't seen anyone other than her immediate family since she started her term, so we are the first people from her old live she will see. We are looking to give her a good time. She worked hard, and gave a lot to her village over the past 2 years (as did her rich dad, who became a patron of the village).
Rave: My monstrous to-do list got smaller again today. Every single scrap of laundry in this house is clean, folded, and put away. Kitchen is clean, which included cleaning out the fridge and pantry, which sucked. Then I cleaned and detailed both our cars, and went to my in-laws to check on their house. Next up: Clean the rest of the house, some baby-proofing, and I am done. Rant: None of this is helping my back. Fuck.