Thursday, April 06, 2006

How to end a day.

This has been one of the weirdest days on record. What makes it even weirder is that I really can't ascribe it to any one thing. I just seem to have a continuous feeling that my soul is three steps back and a step to the right while my intellect is two steps to the left and distracted by a shiny object. Let me just catalog the oddness of today. Showed up to work late because I wanted a coffee. Nobody noticed. I had my offer of a courtesy non date date accepted. I had lunch with my ex and we jointly eradicated the crusty vestiges of our failed marriage by closing our last joint bank account that I'd managed to run up $400 of accidental overdrafts on. I was rear ended by a guy on the highway and let him go without even getting his insurance info. I had drinks with my roommate. I had drinks with the CEO of my company, one of the founders of the company, some of their family, coworkers and my roommate. I bid in an auction on a box of burritos and a set of rice bowls. I ended the day with a vodka tonic in hand watching, My Name is Earl, Samurai Champloo and Camp Kill Yourself. Quote of the night, "That Crusty Skanersoreus". Sigh.


I just watched James Lipton do a beer bong after shouting, "We who are about to die, salute you." I'm now going to bed.

1 comment:

Matthew Iverson said...

I like to think days like those are Donnie-Darko-Esque forrays into volatile, tangental universes that eventually sync back up with this one. But then again, I did drugs in college.