So I remember about 15 minutes ago, it was Friday afternoon. Seriously, what the hell happened to the weekend? I almost don’t look forward to weekends anymore because they go so fast that the Sunday evening disappointment comes too early. How fucked up is that? I need a therapist.

I have to go get ready for a christening, which is double the excitement for me since not only do I love kids, but I love church! I’m just playing though, it’s for Brian and Andrea and I love them. Except not in a gay way towards Brian, and if Brians reading this, not in that kind of way about Andrea. You know, like family, or really good friends, or….ah fuck it. I want to nail you both.

Played poker until 1:00am last night. I’m tired. However, I got my first win with the new chips, so that’s cool. I’ve also decided to take the money that the guy offered me for my chip inlay design. I’m going to use it to pay for my .25 and $1 chips, if Nevada Jacks will let me.

I’m not sure if it’s worse to wake up 10 minutes late, or to wake up with 10 minutes left to go before the alarm goes off. Seriously, how bummed out are you when that happens? For some reason, the last week, I’ve spent roughly the last two hours of sleep, tossing and turning like crazy. It’s weird. I sleep fine all night, but around 4:30am, I start rolling around. Then it’s garbage sleep until I get up. I don’t get it.

Kind of a cool thing happened to me yesterday. Someone contacted me about my custom poker chips. He wants to buy the inlay design that I created, to use as a template for his customers to order off of his website. He says he really loves my design. I don’t know what I’m going to do yet though. I have his offer, but I’m stuck between artistic integrity and not wanting to whore out my custom design that should be for my chips only, and turning down money like a jackass. Not sure what I’ll do….

How’s it going?

Weird morning. I was tossing and turning this morning for a little while before I decided to look and see how much time I had left…to continue to toss and turn.

When I looked at the clock I realized that it was 10 minutes later then when I normally get up. It’s kind of like dumping cold water on your head, as you immediatley jump out of bed, and are off and running. I asked Kel if she heard the alarm go off at all, thinking that I might have turned it off while I was sleeping. She didn’t hear it either. Everything wakes her up, so I deduced that the alarm didn’t go off this morning. I’m SURE I checked it last night before I went to bed to make sure it was set.

Weird.

Speaking of weird things, does anyone else find it weird that weird is spelled w-e-i-r-d? I mean, isn’t the rule “i” before “e” except after “c”? I’m pretty sure that there isn’t a “c” in the word weird, so it would seem that it should be spelled wierd. But it’s not. It’s spelled weird. man, the english language is fucked up.

Didn’t want to get up this morning. I kind of don’t want to be up now. I have a bunch of running around to do today. I have to go to my Dad’s shop and pick up my airbrush, go to the pool store and get chlorine, go to Lowes and pick up a couple of tool cases, and then I have to go to Bill P’s house tonight to help him with his computer.(I actually forgot about that last one until just now)

Maybe I’ll go to Lowes at lunch.

Whatever, have a great Monday.

Working in the warehouse all day today, and probably the rest of the week. God damn it’s hot back there. Especially up stairs.

Oddly enough, I don’t hate it though. Go figure.

Seriously though, how flippin tight are these?
(WARNING, following is a retarded amount of pics, have a nice day)

This is one of the reasons that technology is cool. I’m sitting at a bbq right now posting this. I love EVDO. High speed mobile surfing kicks ass!

What good do they serve again? Oh that’s right. Not a mother fucking bit of good, that’s what.

So, my genious of a dog decided it would be funny to corner a skunk in the yard. And then proceed to get BLASTED in the face. Let me tell you guys something, you think when you smell a skunk as you’re driving down the road that it smells bad? Well it has nothing on a direct hit.

The worst part of this whole ordeal, is that the funk just hangs around. I swear, everytime we think we get the smell out of everything, I walk into the bathroom, or down the hall, and smell it again. DAMMIT! This funk just won’t go away!

I hope that stupid skunk get’s hit by a dodge.