Hey, it’s 25 years ago today that I…nope, not going there outside of saying "Richie, you owe me!"
As a newbie to this here fancy-ass blogosphere, I’ve got that first-timers problem of knowing just what sort of content actually merits space here. It seems it should be something more than an extended tweet – and I have certain friends who will no doubt pick up the “first timer” and “extended tweet” references and run with them. Beavis, meet Butthead!
Friday didn’t go according to plan at all. You know you’ve missed the mark when the highlight of your post-work evening is getting the bus to drop you off in front of your apartment. Yup, it was just that exciting.
After a far less than interesting sequence of events – “someone” declined my invitation; my usual co-attendee took ill; my sister’s attendance became even “iffier “once MY enthusiasm waned - I never made it to see the band I'd mentioned in an earlier posting and I was sound asleep by about 9:30p. This getting old is getting old.
Saturday didn’t bring much more than snow, though since I live on a main street, the plows were going by at about 3 minute intervals. Not particularly conducive to sleeping in, but I gave it my best effort. I spent a good chunk of the day as a sofa slug (“Justified” Season 2!) until finally forcing myself out to run a few errands – like paying my rent. Can you stand the excitement? My fingers are quaking as I type this.
Sunday was “Watch the game with my Brother” day. Though I enjoyed the game, I don’t think it was a game the Patriots won as much as it was a game the Ravens lost. I’m not the biggest football fan you’ll meet, but let’s be honest. It could have so easily gone the other way.
I offer my deepest apologies for the dullness of this - yawn - entry. Hopefully I'll have more to say in the future. Tomorrow may bring a piece of a (mushy) poem I’m working on. How’s that for a cliffhanger?
Commit random acts of absurdity,
Otto
Tunes of the day: Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings - Soul Time!
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