You know something . . .

I am really not looking that forward to the next fourteen days, as sappy and pathetic that is going to make me sound.

Power’s out in ALL of Zombieland at the moment, and I’m more or less using my netbook to charge my phone to make sure the alarm goes off in the morning, and conveniently utilizing the internets access that comes along with it in order to post my lame emotional dribble.  I’m actually quite surprised at myself, and not certain why I’m sharing it with the rest of the world but the bottom line is that I may need some cranberry juice in the morning.

Chaotic productivity

Today, I:

  • Cleaned kitchen
  • Trimmed hedges
  • Ran laundry
  • Cleaned cat tyranny
  • Bought house essential
  • Changed oil in car

However:

  • Couldn’t get oil filter off of car due to lack of leverage, grew infuriated, had to settle for not changing it
  • Spilled a boatload of oil on driveway, had to dump a boatload of cat litter on it, and it will sit on my driveway for a few days
  • Burned my right forearm on an oil pan that was still scalding hot, resulting in blisters
  • OH YEAH, the chrome trim plate on the peak of my car’s grill snapped off, making my car look ghetto as hell, leaving me wondering if I can actually find a part number, or if I should try much luck at a junkyard for a piece of aesthetic trim.
  • John Smoltz statue fell down and snapped at the ankle like Sid Vicious, subsequently thrown away

I’m pleased with being productive with chores and tedious household tasks, but I’d gladly have put them off for something better to do, and subsequently had to gripe and bitch about how they needed to get done at a later time.

I guess this is the negligent consequence of being a little smitten.  Funny how things work out sometimes.

Can’t think straight lately

It’s kind of silly why, but hopefully within the next few days, things will become clearer and I’ll be able to focus on things better again soon.

I made a brief cameo in Pittsburgh on Sunday, to knock one more park off of my ultimate list to see all 30 MLB parks.  It was convenient for two reasons – it was a day game, in the Eastern Standard Timezone, which meant I was capable of arriving in the morning, seeing baseball, and then leave in the evening.  And secondly, because it was against the Atlanta Braves.  But since I was there in attendance, the Braves D-squad did as they were expected to, and lost, sending me back home with my tail between my legs.  But if there was any genuine good to come out of the trip, it would be the shown Primanti Brothers’ pastrami sandwich.  A heap of pastrami, slaw, tomatoes and cheese, and most importantly the fistful of french fries all smashed in between two pieces of thick bread, and we have a meal that sated me all the way up until the wee-hours of the night.  Absolutely phenomenal.