My daily routine.

For your approval, something about myself.

I’m not really very interesting though. I’m also terrible at remembering details. My past is a haze really, a few points stand out but the details and events leading to those points are clouded and ephemeral. It’s tough to tell a story that has nothing but a couple of climaxes with no back story, build-up, or denouement. I suppose I could invent the filler.

I had finished my last graveyard on Friday morning. I stayed awake for the rest of the day on Friday, but I was exhausted, so I can’t recall much of it. I went to bed around 9:00 a.m. and woke up in the morning on Saturday ready to put up with another day. I wasn’t very happy were I was living. Brian and I make better friends than roommates for each other. The house was a mess and I wasn’t going to clean it. Instead, I watched television. Or maybe I played video games. Either way I was doing a great job of being a lazy slob. I was a smoker, I ate nothing but junk food, fast food, or some bastard combination of the two. I was probably a good fifteen or twenty pounds heavier than I am now. I was continually lethargic, had a nasty smokers cough, and was prone to illness.

As was my usual routine then, I drove out to my Nanny’s house to see if she wanted

to go to the grocery store with me, or just give me a list of things to pick up. I think that day there was just a short list: Four loaves of brown bread, and a big jar of mayonnaise. I retrieved the items and sat for a little visit. I would sometimes have a cup of herb tea while I was visiting, along with a few cigarettes.

After visiting Nanny, I went over to my parent’s house to hang out, maybe even score some dinner. There wasn’t much going on at the homestead though, so I went back into town. Before going home I stopped by Timmy Ho’s for a dozen doughnuts and an extra large triple-triple, plus another for Brian, if he was home he would want it. He was, and he did. We played some more video games afterwards. Eventually we got bored.

The logical course of action at this point was to go see what Sam and Aaron were up to. Not surprisingly they were up to pretty much the same, except instead of video games, they were watching every episode of Sex in the City. I was kind of getting in to it when Brian suggested we go to the bar. I didn’t really want to, but he said “trust me,” so of course, I had to at least give it a chance. When Brian says those two words the rusults are either catastrophic or fricking awesome.

This was the day that I met Lindsay. I’m glad Brian dragged me to the bar that Saturday. And I’m glad that Lindsay has a friend that did the same. My routine has shifted greatly for the better.