Sit, Ubu, sit.

I've put in my 10 plus hours at work. I went to the gym and worked out. Here I am, at home. Sitting in the relative silence of the apartment. I can hear someone's A/C unit through the open door. Oddie is perched above me on the couch, breathing heavy like only the content do. The 'fridge is doing it's thing, humming along nicely. I'm rather glad I have a 'fridge since windows to keep the milk cold are far and few between here in the desert.

I don't usually do well alone with my thoughts. I get worked up and ancy as they race through my brain. On occasion, I try to get my musings and worries onto paper or screen, to see where they're trying to go, if anywhere. I usually get stuck. Or the thoughts do.

I've learned that not all things that are thought, need a solution. Or a problem. Sometimes they just need to be observed and then let go.

Like fishing?

Getting ready.

"What you need to know about the past is that no matter what has happened, it has all worked together to bring you to this very moment. And this is the moment you can choose to make everything new. Right now.
"—Author Unknown

Comfy couch or bar stool?

I was invited to a bachelorette party that is to take place tonight. I say 'was' for this reason; since I was invited over a month ago, I have not heard from the bride-to-be. She was several shots into a night at the bar when she did ask me and I'm not great friends with her so I can't say I'm really too bummed or surprised about the lack of follow-up.

Tonight is UFC 91. I'm debating on going out to a local watering hole to watch the fight or stay in and watch the NHL network. It's Saturday night. That means Hockey Night in Canada. Which means Don Cherry and his Suits. Hockey is always good. Staying home is cheap. Going to a bar by yourself is usually interesting and I don't know if I have the patience for it.

It's dinner time.

I should be heating up leftover taco-makings but no. No, I'm sitting on the couch; listening to, at random, the 62 Exodus songs that I was given by my buddy.

This is the same friend who is mainly to blame for my liking Metal and Thrash.

Oh. And I'm drinking Winter Lager.

I should probably start that whole dinner thing soon.

Hey...Friday Night!

How's it going? It's good to see you.

I'd like to come out and play but I'll be asleep on the couch by 730pm.

Thanks for stopping by!