28 November, 2004 my daddy was a bankrobber
it should be arresting, how comfortable i've been in the past three days with essentially a bachelor life. old survival habits are, indeed, hard to break. not that that's a bad thing. thankfully, this hasn't necessarily been a hellish weekend, either... even the England-style grey and rainy Saturday was a pleasant diversion. particularly considering the monster Big Head cultivated on Friday night... and continuing through the next day. something about rain, catnaps, snacking after a day of no food; and Fulhamv.Rovers, Mancityv.Villa, and Charltonv.Chelsea assuaged the pollution. as if i needed justification for loving theEnglishGame... what other sport sends you to the dictionary with the commentary? i doubt if i will ever hear an American football announcer describe a team's performance as "insipid". that's a good one. some notable interludes in the past few days: watching NightmareBeforeChristmas after a non-traditional meal of jerk chicken, frijolesnegros in sofrito with saffron rice... chased with NewcastleBrownAle. the surprise diagnosis of Volvo woes: after impulsively turning into the shop for a mechanic's look-see, i had the opportunity to see the world from high atop the hydraulic lift... holding the brake with the engine on (the insurance company would bust a coronary). the radio reception sucked, but it was priceless haranguing the shop owner from on high. plus, what i'd assumed was a tranny problem wound up being a cracked muffler. money in the bank. another surreptitious all-nighter with friends... a convenient excuse to escape the madding crowds. and, in my tremendous hangover phase, finding an unclaimed ten dollar bill in an empty car park when i opened the door to drop my foot out. and now the sun has returned. tally ho.
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