Tocky on 20/3/2011 at 06:48

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Just like it says. A slice of life. Yours. Sure, sure, I'm drunk and will regret this tomorrow. Stop judging me dammit. But every day is a wonder on some level and I'm a story vampire.

Mine started out with artery clogging bacon and eggs and lisinopril for high blood pressure. It's selfish so shitfuckit anyway. I love a runny egg. It's only once a week. STOP JUDGING ME.

Then I go to moms because the earth opened and tried to swallow her. The Sears metal septic tank which was installed 40 years ago gave way lidwise and her leg went in. She had just walked over the worst of it and had to struggle to pull herself out because her cries went unheard because she is 76 and my brother listens to music full blast. I mean goddamn she could have died in a horrible way because she didn't wear the emergency necklace push a button thing I'm paying for and she is stubborn and my bro likes to live in the past listening to the same shit over and over. I would take a bullet for my bro but drinking has taken two marriages and he lives in the past and shit he has a son to teach. Grow the fuck up already. I can drink because I wait until I'm not needed and go way the mofo overboard because I'm worth it as the commercial says.

How the hell could Sears get away with shit that rusts and becomes a deathtrap of the most shitty kind? I dug the extent of it out exposing the skeletal remains. I built a concrete form of 3/4 treated plywoood and little cutouts for the future drainsnake of outgo and income with the help of my nephew who needs some guidence and adult teaching goddammit quit watching reruns of Sanford and Son and get off your ass bro. Moms on a fixed income and I had to do it myself because I can't pay for it either because I have to take my grandkids to DC after my sons wedding to a woman he has known a few months at Viginia Beach christ I hope it works out this time in June.

So we got 800 pounds of quickcrete at Home Depot and I paid Dalton for the help because that is what you do with kids to teach them about work and hell they need money and goddammmit that is how we were raised and shitfuck bro quit jacking off to that 70s show and see he needs you. I used old flower stands from funerals for rebar. I think it will hold. I'm proud of it. A good days work. Oh shit 80 pounds of sack quickcrete per bag is feeling heavy once you have a hernia.

I took the last of daylight beating the heavy bag on the back porch because I hate so much of what I have to take and I know it's my lot but beating shit is so satisfying. I don't want to get old. I hope I pop quick like Dad. I hope somebody holds my hand. They will if they can get there in time. My kids love me. Holyhell this is some maudlin shit.

So this is pretty fucked and you can't do worse so post it. How was your day?

Did I curse too much? I've got to quit that. I've got another grandchild as of last weekend. Life is good.

demagogue on 20/3/2011 at 13:40

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So far ... I woke up, turned on my laptop, and posted here.

Scots Taffer on 20/3/2011 at 14:08

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Heh. My day was a bit gross, I went to work. I'm travelling to Melbourne and Adelaide this week and had some prework to do for the trip but I got absolutely slammed with project work midweek so I had to make up for it. It turns out that you can achieve focussed work in the distracting environs of an open plan office... when no one else is there. But hey, I got a solid raise this week so I can't complain about going into the office on the weekend for the first time in my career.

To make matters more interesting, when I got into the building I found that the workstation behind mine was covered in water and half a roof tile - we're only two weeks in a brand new building in the city - so I had to call a few people to put in the maintenance call. Anyway, after all that I got in about five hours of solid work. Insurance doesn't sound like a very interesting job but mine is probably one of the better ones as I get to tackle problems from macro/portfolio/trend stuff all the way down to what I was doing today: underwriting audits; looking at individual risks, their experience and your understanding of how it all works to make determinations about ongoing policy selection criteria.

After I finished up, I caught the train and hauled ass to a birthday BBQ (perhaps for someone in these very forums). Then it was the usual nightly routine: bathing the kids, getting them to bed, reading stories and so forth. One of the more rewarding parts of having children is the combined nicety of putting them contentedly in bed and getting some fucking RELAXATION. So, my wife and I collapsed onto the couch to watch a few episodes of Community. I would've had a drink but given I'm doing work travel, lunches and dinners with drinks are an inevitability. I'm trying to watch how often I do that sort of thing now.

Anyhoo, now I'm off to bed while my wife goes to pick up her mother-figure from the airport. :bored:

SubJeff on 20/3/2011 at 15:17

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Seriously though.

It's 3pm and I'm only just... alive again. Got up at 7am yesterday to get to the post-office for some packages and into town early (miss dem crowds) for some clothes shopping. Gym at 12, late lunch and then I fell asleep til 6! Shock wakeup at 6.20 and off to 6.30 go-kart racing. Post-racing drinks with the racing crew and even though we ended up in Walkabout (which is usually a total sausage fest) it was pretty awesome (perhaps blame Tequila shots+ and the whiskys++ for the perceptual enhancement). Ended up at some hotel at 2am all up in the mini-bar and crashed at 3. Got up at 10am today and I'm only just feeling human again! There's something on the radio about Libya being bombed. Man, I'm getting to old for this shit.

Time for coffee number three then some rockstar Android development practice. Can I make it to the gym again before 8pm? Hope so.

BEAR on 20/3/2011 at 19:51

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Crawled out of bed at 11 after doing the "just 5 more minutes" deal with my girlfriend for about an hour and a half (I'm a lighter sleeper). Drove home to try desperately to get some shit done before she gets off work.

Worked on software engineering for a while. Wasn't feeling it. Worked on microprocessors homework. Slightly less meh. Listening to boards of canada and getting meloncholy as shit. Not drunk, but would kind of like to be.

Need to finish my candidate interest form for my phone interview with Microsoft. A little afraid to send it in. Washington is a long fucking way away.

Kind of wishing I was out pouring concrete with Tocky or my dad. I thought I had learned my lesson long ago to just hire somebody, but I know I really haven't. Plus concrete is fun. More fun since we got a PTO powered mixer for the tractor, but mixing by hand has a certain satisfaction to it.

Wishing I could make up my mind about what I'm going to do after the semester is over. No matter what I choose I'll probably regret something about it, but it will feel a hell of a lot better than thinking different things on different days.