I thought I was waking up at 7am and instead it was 8am.  I accidentally turned on my alarm this morning for 6:30am.  While accidentally doing that I must have also accidentally moved the clock behind an hour.  I thought I was getting an early start on the day and instead ended up rushing to work.

I skipped breakfast because my appetite was messed up from the weekend.  I had been doing a good job not drinking much alcohol but this weekend I drank pretty good on Friday and Saturday, then I had about 8 beers on Sunday for the Eagles.  This was a mistake.  I spent all yesterday with a dry mouth and not feeling 100%.  Today I feel a tad bit better but still dehydrated and not eating right.  Live and don’t learn.

I hit a nice 6 team teaser over the weekend for +120 to the betting account which is keeping me running after a few poor sports bets.  I also went 3-1 in fantasy but managed to lose another 50 dollars in Fanduel.  With all the action flying around I’m not winning but I’m also not losing much either.  Considering I’ve been betting for 5 weeks now, I think this is considered a moderate success.

I had 3 drafts lined up to write last Friday when I was firing on all cylinders but I hit a wall and am recovering from it.  I expect everything to be back to normal tomorrow as recovery time from heavy weekend drinking has gotten to a solid 2 days.  I know this sounds absurd but it’s the truth.

It’s 10:56 on a Thursday night and I’m sitting in a multi-million dollar beach house in Avalon, NJ typing away this blog entry.  I ate 13 green grapes that made my upper left molars hurt because I must have a cavity that Dr. Paul recently (unsuccessfully) filled.  I even googled “molar” to make sure I was identifying the spot properly.

I’m leaving Avalon early tomorrow morning to go to work for the day and get my life back in order after 6 days of no responsibilities.   I didn’t drink much all weekend aside from Saturday which was the night of the wedding.  I went for runs almost every day, ate well, and feel good.  It’s cliche but I feel “refreshed”.

Neither Laura or I brought contact solution and we relied on Sam (who brought a thimble’s worth) and my eyes are blurry and I have to decide whether to sleep in them a second night in a row.  I’m leaning towards yes.

I get a feeling of emptiness when the vacation comes to an end.  Anticipation builds, you live the vacation, and then it’s over.  I remember thinking on Monday how awesome it was to have this time to relax and now I sit here on Thursday night blogging about a relatively uneventful vacation.  This is either maturing or redefining fun.

I didn’t wake up with hangovers.  I had time to read.  I did crossword puzzles.  I did Sudoku.  I studied some German.  I spent time with family.  Nothing extravagant.

Now I have the urge to go back to work and make money.  My life is tight when my work is right.  I just made that up but after I wrote it, I felt like I should bold it.  There’s only so much relaxing I can do.  I did not think about work aside from a few thoughts so I’m pretty happy with coming back clear.

To sum up everything, I’m sad vacation is over.  I’m happy to go back to work.  Go figure.

The family took a vacation to Avalon this week.  We have been here since Saturday and it is quite a different scene than during the summer.  A family friend had a wedding at the Windrift which was the catalyst to this.  I am not complaining.

After not taking a vacation this summer, I felt I owed it to myself to enjoy some time off.  I fight to urge to think much about work and have been filling my time with various activities like spending time with the family, reading, learning German, and exercising.  There is a pool in the back yard and I’ve been swimming some laps which is an activity I always say I’d do but never get the chance.  I’ve been feeling good and see what it feels like to not have to work and the only priority to be to enjoy oneself.

I’ll also add that Avalon is a ghost town during this season.  This comes as no surprise but seeing is believing.

Today over 1,000 people visited this blog. This is a lot of people by normal standards. Obviously the links to naked celebrities is fueling this fire. Blogging about a high schooler giving a blow job in front of her friends and posting to Instagram didn’t hurt. HOWEVER, I had feelings of remorse and guilt as I had a lot of car time today.

I drove to Fredericksburg, VA today to do a tool demo and it is about 3 and a half hours away. After I got my ready in the morning, all my brain get coming back to was how stupid it was to write about a matter that essentially involves child porn. I thought about the Gov’t watching the websites I go to and basically monitoring my every move. I was paranoid to say the least. All of this reverted back to blog traffic which I’m inevitably getting and it’s what I always wanted. I never thought I cared about how I got it but now I’m having a second thought…

Just kidding. I’m ecstatic. This much traffic guaranteed could lead to cha-ching cha-ching. I’ve finally learned that the only way to get traffic is posting about topics people know they shouldn’t post about. It would impact my work negatively if I were to get arrested for an absurdity like a blog post but the chances are slim to none as long as I stay within certain parameters that I have no idea what they are. Freedom of speech, right?

Here’s a picture of Rihanna kissing a girl.  Traffic.  Traffic.  Traffic.

I also read up on what it takes to get in trouble for posting leaked pictures and it’s almost impossible to.  First off, this blog makes 0 dollars so there is nothing to sue for.  I’m also fairly certain that linking another site to it and me not hosting makes it not my wrongdoing.

I was digging up some posts from 2010 and there are a few gems from that time period. I was living life far more carelessly than I am today. JKash was in practically every post and now the guy is settled down with a baby. Time flies.

I’m going to share a few of the better excerpts that I came across and I’m sure there are some people who didn’t read the blog back then so it will be like new.

“I always had a good impression of females, but tonight I’ve changed my tone. I was talking to a lady who went to Villanova and she was a nice girl. We talked for a couple minutes and then she asked to feel my muscle. I’m certainly not the biggest guy but after she felt it she backed away. I said what’s wrong and she gave no comment, so I called her shallow. She negotiated with her friend for a minute and then she slapped me across the face.” I didn’t finish that post but Jkash basically defended the shit out of me by pointing in her face and telling her what’s up.

Old Pictures

This was me in Home Depot buying wood to make a beer pong table. Notice the sandals and socks that I so vehemently degraded in a post a few weeks ago.

Passed out on the couch. This was a Mad River afternoon bash that I got hammered at. I believe I said I needed help on the medical front. Notice the cargo shorts which I so vehemently degraded in a post a few weeks ago.

I honestly completely forgot about this picture. Sam this is a warning to you. This was an injury coming back from the bars in Manayunk.

This song by the Shee followed:
I was bruised and battered I couldn’t tell what I felt
I was running home all by myself
I saw my reflection in the snow bank, didn’t know my own face
Wagon why did you leave me alone in the place
On the streets of Philadelphia

I limped up Green Lane til my legs felt like stone
I heard voices of roommates vanished and gone
Come morning I saw blood all over my head
Guess I’m lucky I didn’t end up dead
On the streets of Philadelphia

Aint no angel gonna greet me
It’s just booze and I my friend
My shoes must not fit me no more
I ran all the way home, just to slip and fall…

This video preceded the fall. To think there was nothing coming in the future after these type of nights.